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“What time
is it anyway,” I wonder? Propping myself
up on my elbow, I turn my head to look across the room at the clock to find out,
but instead of finding the time there, I am greeted with the most awful
crunching noise. Like fingernails on a
chalk board awful. The kind of noise
that makes you cringe. And this was
followed by another noise – a scream – my scream, as I’m blinded by instant
searing pain driving through my neck, into my right shoulder and arm.
In my mind a
million thoughts begin to race: “No, no, no, no, no! This can’t be happening…


