I love this quote. Such an amazing quote poem gosh idek. I love it. Lmao.
Read if you dare.
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Blake stared at me. Concerned. I turned my gaze away.
Long days. Long nights.
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The day lagged on. So utterly horribly.
The doctor and the nurse seemed irritated by the situation.
James had gone later on. Barbie stayed with the man. Which made my nerves shot.
Blake and Marisa were having side conversations while I pretend that I was sleeping, but soon I heard a shuffle and they left.
Rather loudly. I snarled.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard the door close. I layed up so fast. Dancing in the bed till my eyes landed on that guy with the tan pants.
He was holding his chest.
"Holy shit you scared me." He spoke for the first time. I smiled laughing. Even though he couldn't hear.
He smiled cautiously.
"Where are they?" I tried asking. He kinda shrugged squinting his eyes.
"Where are they?" I asked again. He put his hands up confused.
"I can't understand you." He said and a pen fell from his pocket.
I sighed. Giving him a small smile.
"oh well." I shrugged.
"Here wait." He said. As I began to lay down. He pulled out a notebook and pen.
My eyes must have sparkled. I can tell him.
I can tell him why I am here!
Yes, thank god!
"Can you write it down?" he spoke. I smiled nodding. He placed it at the end of the bed and I grabbed it.
I wrote down the best way I could
-where are they- with a little smiley face? goodness, I haven't written in a while.
I laid it on the edge of the bed.
He picked it up.
"They went to go get the food they'll be back in 20 minutes."
I smiled. Yes yes yes yes.
I wrote down. -Oh okay. Who are you?- I said smiley face it again.
He laughed.
"Me? Just a friend of Marisa. I feel so bad for what happened." He said. I contorted my gaze.
Writing. -Sorry, my memory is quite faded. What happened? I remember some moments.- I wrote.
"The accident?" He said.
"The accident?" The Accident? I said.
He nodded.
"They said that this big truck spun out of control. You were already sick they were trying to go to the hospital and you passed out."
What type of lies.
I scrunched my eyes
"No no." I shook my head.
"That's not what happened," I said.
He looked at the paper telling me to write it down.
-That is not what happened.- I wrote.
How would Blake be ok then? what the fuck kinda lie.
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The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker
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