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Just woken up, and
shaking, shaking, shaking.
There are tears on my cheeks. They taste like salt. I don't know why or how they got there.
In the shower. Must get clean. Clean. Cascades of cold water running over my face, washing away salty tears. Legs threatening to fold up under me.
There's one person who could probably snap me out of this, but...I don't think they exist, anymore.
My stomach's twisting, turning. I feel sick. I'm still shaking; I can't stop.
Head, pounding. Throbbing. Ice flows through my veins. Air in my lungs? Too much to ask.
18 hours of crazy dreams and nightmares dance through the back of my thoughts, taunting.
I want to drift away.
Mountains. he tells me, whispers through memories. The mountains, the river. Run.
Still shaking, still crying. I wonder if I should be driving. I don't get a choice.
Run.

Maybe I'm going to shatter.

A million crystalline shards.