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Prologue -MAYBE- Blood stained the white nightgown the young girl was wearing. She screamed as loud as she could, grabbing the walls with her fingernails and clawing. It was as though she believed that she would be able to escape the white walls of the small room. Her nails broke and ripped, but the young teen felt only the pain burning in her lungs as she swallowed the contaminated air.Prologue -MAYBE- by ~soda-pop-the-satyr
The gas was invisible, but she had felt the change in the air: it had burned down her throat and tasted off, almost metalic. Now she sat against the wall,
Egghead 
I love Artemis's madness! 
