Henrys cold body was slid into the draw. The light dimming around his eyes as the door was closed almost in slow motion. Why was he being put in here? Henry struggeled to move his arms or legs, frustrated he wiggled willing his body to do the same. Eventually he'd mentally exhausted himself and he lay still for a while. Feeling that some of his strength had been regained he tryed again. Why couldn't he make a noise? Why where his arms and legs so soild?
Having no idea that he was dead, obviously had an effect on Henry. Begining to believe he was mad, or that he had become paralysed.
What the hell is happenining to me..
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