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11: Running From The Devil
Emma's POV I woke up to my head throbbing in pain. It felt like my head had been banged continuously against the wall. I felt hot all over, making the ant bites sting again. I heard muffled voices, so I tried to stand up and open my heavy-lidded eyes. Mmmmm...," I groaned, closing my eyes and laying back down on the bed. "Emma, are you awake?" I heard the muffled, worried voice of John. His voice sounded like he was underwater. I opened my eyes again slowly; this time around, my vision felt blurry. I tried to focus on John's gray eyes, which were in my view. Thank the moon goddess; you are awake," he said happily. "What happened?" I asked, my voice coming out hoarse and weak. "You don't remember?" he asked, worried. "Last thing I remember, Philip kicked a ball towards me that flew
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