

-The Figures-The lights- Those blinding lights were unmistakable.-The Figures-
I knew exactly where I was.
Slowly, careful, I move my fingers, toes, And move cautiously to my limbs. Good.
Everything is in tact. I slip my legs off the side of the cold steel table. My feet drop to something wet and sticky.
Oh my gosh! Its blood! I quickly examine my body.
No cuts on my arms, none on my legs There isnt a scratch on my body.
That can only mean one thing The blood is not my own.
But whose is it? Oh well it doesnt really matter now.


-Mystery-That light. Ive seen it before.-Mystery-
Once again Im under the lights. And once again Im alone. I move from the table
And my feet touch something wet. Slowly, I move my eyes down.
Oh my God! Its blood! I look at my hands, my wrists, anything. Nothing. Its not my own. Then whos is it? Who could have lost this much blood. I move from where I am,
Unable to take that aweful stench much longer.
As I move down the hallway The rectangular lights over heard begin to flicker. The hallway goes dim.
People
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if you love something, give it away.
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"O hateful error, melancholy's child,/ Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men/ The things that are not?" -Shakespeare
>.<
Maybe when the school year starts back I'll have one.
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"O hateful error, melancholy's child,/ Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men/ The things that are not?" -Shakespeare
I'm trying not to lose my sanity over here.
XD
It's not going well.
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"Insanity: A rational insane adjustment to an insane world." - R.D. Lang
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"O hateful error, melancholy's child,/ Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men/ The things that are not?" -Shakespeare
If I get good inspiration for a doodle some random night, I'll do the same.
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"Insanity: A rational insane adjustment to an insane world." - R.D. Lang
And for your benefit. I have a character. And a storyline, but I'm on vacation. I'll write it tonight maybe.
I'll send you the link on here.
[link]
Cheerful
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"O hateful error, melancholy's child,/ Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men/ The things that are not?" -Shakespeare
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