COME TO ME
But that was before the black mist.
This is so unfair, she thought to herself, scrubbing her skin till they were raw and red. Then she shook her head furiously. Get a hold of yourself Suzanne Summers! This is not the time for self-pity!
Taking slow deep breaths, she tried to calm herself by humming a song, it was an old lullaby that her mother used to sing to her. She had been very young then, so she could not recall the lyrics, but the melody of the lullaby was reassuring to her, bringing back some fond memories of her mother before she had left.
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