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He is here. He is breathing. He is living. Why? Why?
Fire is everywhere. He can’t breathe. One, two, three, four, fi- He can’t breathe. In and out and his lungs are collapsing.
He’s shaking, he can’t see anything. Why? Why?
There’s sand at his feet, blood in his hands. Why is he here? He left. He left. Why?
He snapped. There are screams. People are screaming. It’s his fault. It's his fault. People are screaming, slowly burning to their death. Their face, hands, arms, lungs are burning, melting, melting, until there is nothing left. It’s his fault. It’s his fault.
Why is he here? Why had he agreed? Why? Why? Why?
They are still screaming. He had killed them. He had killed them. They died. They’re still screaming.
Ashes, ashes, ashes everywhere. He can’t see, he can’t breathe.
Red eyes watching him. He killed them. They’re dead. They’re screaming. Why? Why?
He feels blood dripping, dripping down. Why is he standing? Sand everywhere. The wind is blowing too hard, too fast, too loud. Too much. Too present.
He is still snapping. He didn’t stop. Why? Why? Red, blue. Red, blue. People, sand, people, sand, peo- He can’t breathe.
There are voices. Why? They are screaming.
He snaps, and snaps, and snaps. He can’t stop. It’s not safe. It’s not safe.
He’s dangerous, he can’t do it. He needs to protect them. Red eyes, sand, red, red, red. Everything is red.
There is blue. Why? Why? He needs to move. He can’t move. He can’t breathe. What is going on? Blue, blue.
He snaps.
Red is loud, loud, loud. Screams and screams and screams. The wind is strong, it pushes, pushes and covers the voices. What is going on?
He snaps. He snaps. He snaps.
He hears an awful crack. Explosions, screams, blood, red, red, blue. The sand is sinking him.
He’s shaking. He stopped snapping. He can’t breathe. His cheeks are wet. Why? Why?
Silence struck him. Silence, silence, silence. Why? Why?
No screams. No wind. No red. Just silence.
He wants to scream. His cheeks are wet. Why?
He hears a voice. He can’t breathe. He’s shaking.
Why? Why? Why?
He can feel the sand, the blood dripping, dripping.
Red everywhere. It’s too silent. Too silent. Too silent.
He can’t breathe.
He can hear a voice. He can’t hear a thing.
Why? Why?
A voice. He can’t move. His cheeks are wet. His hands hurt. He can’t see. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
He screams. Red. Red. Red. Everywhere. Sand and red eyes and wind and blood and he screams.
He can hear voices. They are screaming. Again. Again. He can’t breathe.
And he is not here anymore.