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The Tea Party
The average heartbeat of a person is sixty to eighty beats per minute.
Yours is higher than that always a constant rate of ninety seven. Ninety seven times the eerie sound pounds in your ears like an executioners drum; ninety seven times your hearts lullaby reminds you that you are, in fact, living; ninety seven times you feel the faintest pounding against the inside of your chest. It has never been more, never been less, and it will always be that way.
Your dark sapphire eyes dart around the shadowed room, hoping to meet some sort of figure or shape, but there is nothing apart from the seemingly eternal darkness. You can hardly even see your own pale-as-marble hand in front of your face. You cannot recall a previous time when the space surrounding you was ever this incredibly black. A surge of panic rushes through your veins, and you jolt into a sitting position, your mattress creaking under you. You glance over at the flickering digital clock beside y