Scouring the internet and the back of my brain for information;
Since you're asking for me to write a story, I suggest you either credit me or change it completely [heavily referencing] as you will run into the problem of plagiarism and cheating. Anyways, let's get on with it.
That night, he had woken up in a cold sweat from the horrific dream he was having. His heart rate was up several times than usual and his skin color was unusually pale, different from it's normal olive tan. Because of his shortcomings, last Saturday went from average to an unforgettable day. An old enemy of his had scoured him out through social media, singled him from several millions, and flew across the ocean just to see him again. Life hadn't been the same since then, especially since it resulted in him being in the hospital. Directing his attention away from the cyan colored bed-sheets, he made his way over to the sink and began to wash his face. Once finished, his hands moved to the towel dispenser, but he made the mistake of looking up to scratch some grit off the mirror. He saw his reflection. An awful one at that. This was not him. This was a shell of who he used to be. Sickening. He just hoped things would turn out better for him.
I did very much enjoy writing this story. If it turns out to be too much for whoever you're writing it for or too short, please let me know and I will rewrite it/add more very speedily.
Hope this helps you out. Feel free to ask for more information and I will offer you more support/help on your problem. <3
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