The blank paper made me angry. The tapping of my pencil gave me a headache. The thin blues lines that went across the white paper made my eyes cross.
When the tip of my pencil hits the paper, there's no stopping it. I didn't feel like I had any thoughts in my head, but my hand wrote words and words and words. It didn't stop for one second.
Once I reach the end of the page, I sigh. My breath falters and my hands reach my eyes. I can feel the pressure of my palms slightly push my eyes back.
I fold the piece of paper and drew a small smiley face on it. I scribbled down a name I know very well. I took the paper with me to the bathroom.
Funny how my last moments will be in a fucking bathroom. Really funny, isn't it?
AN
AAAAHHHHH One more chapter!!!
-GROOVYLADY
