There's a fly flying above my dinner plate from yesterday. And I'm so hungry...
I wanna reach the food and eat it, maybe it's not spoiled yet...I can't get up from my bed though, not since I stop feeling my legs for about 26 hours and 43 minutes and 12, 13, 14, 15 seconds...
I wonder if I can force my self to die, even though I still have a few more days so starve.
I have no idea what happened yesterday. I kinda woke up to this, being completely paralyzed from the waist down. I tried moving my toes, I stabbed my leg my leg with a pencil that I had on the night stand. Nothing. No pain. No cold from the blood rushing down my leg.
I tried screaming. There are no sounds from downstairs. At this point mom and dad, and even my sister would be home already and they would check on me. I screamed once more. I guess this is what feels like to be dying.
I tried crawling from the bed and I ended up falling in my back, and now I only have the celling to look at, still can't reach the dinner plate! Maybe I'll just...Close my eyes for a little bit...
Shit. I drifted out for another 3 hours. I woke up to the sound of one of my posters being ripped of the wall. I moved my head. Yeah, my SpideyPool poster wasn't there anymore, pieces of the corners were still taped on the wall. I fear for me and my family...At this point I'm so scared I can't no longer hold the tears.
Bip....Bip....Bip...Bip, 7AM, the clock is ringing, telling me to get my lazy ass of bed and go to school. Damn. "Shut up." I whispered. I reached for the closest thing on the floor...A doggy bone from my dog Francis. I closed my eyes once again and gathered the strength I still have left and threw the bone to the clock. Maybe it'll hit it and the damn thing stops.
I threw it and it banged against something solid. It took me a while to realize that instead of hearing the clock falling I heard a loud shriek, a sound only something living could do. I opened my eyes and I only saw a black silhouette running away. Whatever it was dropped the damn clock.
silence again
Oh God help. Help me.
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I Guess This Is What Feels Like To Be Dying
ParanormalShit hits the fan when Kayla wakes up in the middle of the night not being able to feel her legs. After being roughly 26 hours on the floor with nothing but the celling to look at, she starts to realize that she might not be alone...