Fumbling through the counter at the kitchen, I found nothing to
ease the pain. Feeling deathly weak, I let myself slide onto the
ground, sitting there unmoving for what seemed like years. Everyone
in the household was asleep by now, no one would hear my raspy
breaths, my suddenly gasps from the sharp pain. Sitting in the
dark, I was afraid. I've always been afraid of the dark since I was
a kid. Engulfed in darkness now, well not totally actually, with a
little moonlight through the window, it casted eerie shadows. All
around me, shadows everywhere. They seem to have a life of their
own. Perhaps it's my imagination, or it could be I'm hallucinating.
Hunger sometimes causes that to happen, so I've been told. But I
never cared about my health, not until the moment when I feel pain
anywhere. Am I abusing myself? Guess so. A woman leading a busy
life probably needs proper meals other than brains. I realised all
the thinking wasn't going to make me feel any better.. Just as I
was trying to reach for the top drawer for a bar of snickers that I
had bought nights before, I thought I saw a shadow move from the
corner of my eye.. I freaked.. I sat there.. not daring to
move..
blah! sick of typing! i'm typing such dumb stuff!! END! lol.
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insanity..
loves io..
eternity..
