"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂."
Chaos may be the only way to describe Clailea Del Rosario's 9 years of life.
In a nasty divorce, somehow Clailea's druggie mother w...
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I feel funny.
It feels as though the glass boxes lid has been removed, and I can finally breath again. This is much better than drowning.
But, I feel funny.
Opening my eyes, instead of the usual darkness I'm met with a swarm of doctors. Immediately, I push my head back, closing my eyes once more.
I never thought I'd say I missed the unbearable darkness, but I think it'd be much better than this.
Tears form behind my eyes, I feel funny.
I try moving my arms, but they seem all too heavy, as if weights have been embedded into my skin.
Before I can stop it, a small whimper leaves my throat, a tear falling from my eye. I feel funny.
I open my eyes once more, the light blinding me. I didn't realize the tears had fallen down my face until someone touched my cheek.
I flinch away, looking to my right to see a very concerned Usok.
For some reason, the action made me agitated, and I don't know why. I'm so confused.
I feel funny.
More tears fall from my eyes, doctors rushing everywhere, swarming around my bed as if I were sugar and they were bees.
I feel funny, a sob breaks through my lips, my eyes moving different ways as I try to decipher what's going on.
What happened?
And suddenly, I have no recollection of anything that's happened the past few days. I remember just a few words, words of my brothers, but nothing beyond that.
The serpents have left, they're done playing now.
I don't know why my mind is comforting me like this, but it causes a slight calmness to invade my veins.
Or maybe it was the medicine the doctor is now tapping into my IV. My IV?
I look to my hand, seeing it's covered by the blanket. I try moving it, but a hand is gently placed on top of it.
I look up, it's Usok.
Fresh tears roll down my face, I feel funny.
"I told you it's okay to cry, yes? You can cry, they're only going to be here a little longer," Usoks soft voice is almost drowned in the foot steps and light chatter among the doctors, but I still hear him.
His words give me the approval to cry, not holding back anymore I do just that. It causes a small ache in my head, but I don't think about it.
"Everyone out, I can handle it from here," Multiple murmurs of protest, mixed with people actually listening and leaving the room suffice from around me.
