sometimes life feels like a fabricated paradise.
just for me.
itthe phone rings.
i pick up.
"clementine! i'm here! open the door, dude!"
"i'm coming!!"
i fall down the stairs.
i hit my head on something.
i pass out.
i think i left the front door unlocked...
"clem??? CLEM!!"
he goes quiet.
"hello?? my friend just fell down the stairs and is unconscious and bleeding... everywhere... please send help!!! 170*************. thank you."
i go quiet.
i cant hear anything.
i cant see anything.
i cant move anything.
i cant do anything.but i can feel.
the carpet which burned me as i slid onto the floor.
the 72° air blowing from the air conditioner through the vent above me.
the hand on me.
the hands on me.
the person holding me.
wh-.
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