room 69 : nine

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[11-02-2021]





















'CLANK'
























'THUD'
























'CRASH'























"M-My pills.. "

























The boy wandered around his whole room, he was searching for his lost pouch where the vitamins were stored in.






























His headache was growing worse, the sour feeling of like as if someone was trying to rip all of his hair together felt painful. Tears continued to shed down his cheeks while he impatiently searched for the vitamins through the whole room not caring if the neatly arranged objects were falling off on the floor carelessly.































"Where the fuck are those pills?!"
































He was seething in anger, he held a tight grip on his hair and threw the vase on the floor which was placed on his desk.





























'CRASH'



























The thin vase shattered into pieces just like his will to live, he is tired of doing this, he is tired of the pain he has been given, he is tired of counting the days waiting for the days to end, he is tired, just why him? He don't deserve this.





























'THUD'






























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