Storm

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I screamed and cried as the storm got louder. The lightning strikes so loud my eardrums feel like they might burst. My mother wraps her arms around me, trying to calm me, but is swept up in wind.

I cradle in a fetal position, my ears filled with the sound of lightning and rain and people screaming at me, but the cries never stop flowing from my mouth.

"It's you! My father screams, before being pulled away." I rock back and forth,"You're ok. You're ok."

Suddenly, as I stop crying, the storm stops.

A man in a white suit comes and grabs me. "Patient 029. Test complete."

Now I remember. They still haven't finished the experiment on me. I'm never getting away from the storm.

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