touch

Touch is a major sense, losing it is terrifying. I didn’t realize how important it was until I was lost in the tunnel I found under the barn. Hypothermia has taken over.

I had 10 fingers, but now looking at my hands, and counting my fingers, well… I’m down to 3 on each hand. Bloody nubs where the fingers should’ve been attached. Screaming, begging, banging on the sides, praying for a savior.

But nothing… holding my arms out infront of me, petrified to lose the last of my fingers, I have to escape. I HAVE TO LEAVE! Help me… HELP me… HELP MEEEEEE.

I can’t touch anything else.

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