My Life is Over

Dahlia’s POV

A head. Half-rotted. Jaw dangling by sinew. Eyes gone, sockets empty and gaping. The corpse grinned at me.

“You danced for us,” it croaked, water spilling from its mouth. “Don’t you remember?”

I gagged, shaking my head, tears stinging my eyes. “No! That wasn’t me! That wasn’t…”

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