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!! TW !! — PTSD — skip chapter if you dislike this.
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THE tranquil chirping of the birds outside woke me up but in a good way, like those calming alarms people have. Although, I didn't sleep well tonight. Milton was trying to get in my room all night but my body resisted to get up to open the door for him.
I lift myself up and open the door to get greeted by Milton, who meowed at me for food.
I smile at him and walk to the stairs, walking half way down.
A few seconds later I'm at the bottom of the stairs. My knees against the hard cold wooden floor, they both hit the ground firmly. My phone was laying on the floor next to me.
I winced in pain a little since my bones are weak and fragile. I tried pulling myself up, but it didn't work.
I gathered my strength together and forced myself up. I limped over to the container where I store my cats food at and fill in his food bowl.
Hobbling my way over to the couch, I sit down gently and look at my knees.
One was bleeding and the other was brutally bruised. I stared at them for a while until I brought up my knees to my chest and sat there in my thoughts thinking it would calm me down. Which it did not, all it did was give me bad memories and hyperventilate.
