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...wouldn't stop.

    "Anna!" My head was pounding. Her voice seemed far away. I felt like I had to vomit again. "Anna! Keep your head down!" It seemed like a strange request. Why keep my head down? Were we hiding from somebody? Was someone shooting at us? What about the party? But I did as I was asked, desperate to get rid of those black lights and that sickening feeling in my throat. I tried to keep my breathing even, and within about thirty seconds I noticed that the black lights were filing off of the stage of my vision. I felt better. I also noticed that my mother's hand was placed gently on the small of my back. "Mom?"

    "Anna..." she sounded relieved. This time I observed it, I didn't know it. "I think you fainted, sweetie. Maybe we should call off the party."

    "Okay..." I mumbled, too woozy to object to ending her fun.

    That was the first time I passed out. It wouldn't be the last.

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Fluffycrow Guidance? None really. Well, I wrote this four days after fainting for the first time myself. So yeah, I think I got it down as to how it feels and such. That was an interesting time. There wasn't a party going on in reality, though. And I was in the shower. I figured setting the story in there would be like inviting perverts. You never know.

But I digress.

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