Garden Of Sorrow

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*BONG* *BONG*

"Oh my lord, what time is it" I exclaimed annoyed.

It bonged at the wrong time!

Curse you old-fashiond-clock-that-I-dont-need.

"Oh, ya, its Saturday.." relieve! I groaned at the annoyance of my sudden headache.

My arm jerked, my body turned. My hand threw the sheets away from my body. My legs dropped from the bed causing my body to be in a straight standing position...

"Omg, omg, whats happening to me"

I didnt intend for those motions to happen. I was planning on sleeping longer but my body wont let me. Its moving me the opposite of where I want to go!

My firm body turned and walked with steady feet out my door, and into the hallway leading to the kitchen.

My armed pushed the kitchen door open causing me to gasp.

I really dont know whats happening. Am I losing my mind?? What is going on??

My face swiftly and abruptly, turned toward the kitchen knives. My body started to walk, leadind me toward the knives.

HELP!! I dont wanna go near those knives, their bad luck, my mom almost chopped her hand off!

Dont ask.

I tried fighting, turning, I couldn't, and wouldn't budge.

My arm stretched out. Reaching for the long butcher knife.

I tried to close my eyes thinking that might be the only part of my body that I can move. But, no...

My hand grabbed the knife and pointed it at my chest. My other hand grabbbed onto the top end of the handle, firming the knife in my grasp. My arms stretched out, I knew what was coming. I was about to stab myself...

I cant talk. My mouth wont move. Someone!!! Help!!

IM NOT READY TO DIE!!!

Dear Mom,

You have been here for me, ALL THE TIME, you wont stop. Give it a rest, anyway i love you.

*

Dear Brother,

FU, your a meanie...

*

Dear Father,

Eh, you can do bette-

*

"B, what the fuck are you doing!" My brother Nick exclaimed with his hands in front of his face.

The knife dropped to the ground, causing a loud ring.

"I dont know..."

I didnt know what had just happened. I dont think I would have an explanation...

"Whatever B, just pick the knife up" Nick said, a little out of my liking. What does he have to be so rude, even though he's 17 and acts all tough for his 'homies' and friends, and, or, girlfriend, and me, it doesnt mean he's a 'bad boy'. I dont believe in that shit.

I lowered my hand and picked up the knife and placed ot on the counter....

I feel like shit.

I ran to the hallway, into my room, and snuggled myself in my bed and prepared myself for my mental shutdown.

Except one question lurked in my mind.

What if that thing in my body tries again?...

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YAY, FIRST BOOK, WELL...NO..., BUT FIRST BOOK THAT I FINALLY DECIDED TO START TO PLEASE ALL OF Y'all.

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