I went back to the motel after Lucy left. I never did figure out why she was running. susunod time I saw her I would ask…Hopefully I would see her again.
Damien is all alone sinabi a voice. I shook my head, as my hands began to shake and my puso raced.I sat on the creaky motel bed. It was cold, and hard. I didn’t care though. I was too emotionless to care. I didn’t feel like I was apart of this world. The walls and furniture were only an illusion, and this was my hell. I had already died. Maybe if I died in hell I would be officially dead.
Damien is wandering around nowhere the voice was cold and raspy. I felt sick to my stomach. My breath became short. He needs to get out before he gets hurt.
Was drifting around in this hell right? It couldn’t be real. I would never have left Grey. I wouldn’t sleep with Alexander…It just wasn’t me. I must’ve died the night I had my dream. I really killed myself. I was going to do it again. This time it would take me six-feet under, and not a hellish illusion.
I went down to the front mesa and asked for some Nyquil. The man looked at me as if I were stupid and handed me a bottle. He told me to bring back when I was finished, that it wasn’t cheap. I told him I would. I wouldn’t though; he would be coming to retrieve it.
I unzipped my suitcase, and took out a bottle of Tylenol PM. I always had some with me. It relieved my headaches better than regular Tylenol. I took out five pills and put them in my mouth. I took a big drink of Nyquil to lunok them. I sat the bottle on the nightstand.
Yes Damien, you’ll escape and be able to breathe again. I felt shaken to my core. I was really going to die. A fanged woman and her small, taloned child looked at me through the window. My heartbeat quickened as she grinned, and the child waved. How was this possible, I was on the third floor?
I walked over to the window and pulled down the shades. I didn’t need to see that in my final moments. About ten minutos from now, I would be dead. I hoped I could wait. I sinabi my last prayers. I hoped Lucy, and Xander would be okay. I wished Grey the best. Alexander…I didn’t know what to wish for him, but I hoped he would be alright.
I stood for a moment. I started getting dizzy. I leaned on the wall. I fell to the floor. Then, everything went black, and I was falling into an abyss.
Damien is all alone sinabi a voice. I shook my head, as my hands began to shake and my puso raced.I sat on the creaky motel bed. It was cold, and hard. I didn’t care though. I was too emotionless to care. I didn’t feel like I was apart of this world. The walls and furniture were only an illusion, and this was my hell. I had already died. Maybe if I died in hell I would be officially dead.
Damien is wandering around nowhere the voice was cold and raspy. I felt sick to my stomach. My breath became short. He needs to get out before he gets hurt.
Was drifting around in this hell right? It couldn’t be real. I would never have left Grey. I wouldn’t sleep with Alexander…It just wasn’t me. I must’ve died the night I had my dream. I really killed myself. I was going to do it again. This time it would take me six-feet under, and not a hellish illusion.
I went down to the front mesa and asked for some Nyquil. The man looked at me as if I were stupid and handed me a bottle. He told me to bring back when I was finished, that it wasn’t cheap. I told him I would. I wouldn’t though; he would be coming to retrieve it.
I unzipped my suitcase, and took out a bottle of Tylenol PM. I always had some with me. It relieved my headaches better than regular Tylenol. I took out five pills and put them in my mouth. I took a big drink of Nyquil to lunok them. I sat the bottle on the nightstand.
Yes Damien, you’ll escape and be able to breathe again. I felt shaken to my core. I was really going to die. A fanged woman and her small, taloned child looked at me through the window. My heartbeat quickened as she grinned, and the child waved. How was this possible, I was on the third floor?
I walked over to the window and pulled down the shades. I didn’t need to see that in my final moments. About ten minutos from now, I would be dead. I hoped I could wait. I sinabi my last prayers. I hoped Lucy, and Xander would be okay. I wished Grey the best. Alexander…I didn’t know what to wish for him, but I hoped he would be alright.
I stood for a moment. I started getting dizzy. I leaned on the wall. I fell to the floor. Then, everything went black, and I was falling into an abyss.
I come tahanan and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My mga kaibigan dont understand!
I come tahanan again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my puso like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my mga kaibigan lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My mga kaibigan dont understand!
I come tahanan again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my puso like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my mga kaibigan lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?