I stood there, motionless, as I watched my best friend rush into the bathroom and find my body passed out on the floor.
He walked all over the pills and syringes surrounding my limp body. Withnessed the blood and vomit all over the toilet bowl.
He furiously tapped on his phone screen and called the ambulance for the nth time already, I've lost count.
I smiled bitterly. Am I leaving my shell this time?
I felt a sudden pain on my arm. As if a needle was pierced through my vein.
And all of a sudden, I'm greeted by the familiar nauseating feeling before being sucked right back to my body.
Well, not this time, I guess.
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keeper of lost things
Fanfictionhave you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
