23 days before the death of ZephaniahBowens
It has reached morning and I have obtained no physical signs of sleep that I might become insane if this drags on too often. The sounds of alarm bell can be heard ringing out in everybody room. Everyone appears to be arising from their deep sleep that I can only start to envy them heavily. The only thing I can do currently was to lay on my pillow then pretend to fall sleep hoping that no one call upon my name and ask me to do their errand.
Jacob was the first to take initiative on prepping up for school then others took pursuit by getting ready for their destinations. He kicked my leg in response for waking him up midnight and headed toward the bathroom to freshen himself. I shrug the pain off anyway since I expected this reception. It was difficult to overhear everyone carrying on with their daily life as they all stand as a mockery toward me for I had no places to go.
Once everyone had departed from the house, I sneaked to the living room to investigate on what occur there and I discovered that the punching bag has been tampered. Apparently, it has come to my knowledge that my aunt had grabbed hold of a knife and stabbed the punching bag repeatedly until it was depleted. My grandmother who is bed-ridden at the time summoned me to check on my baby cousin to see what damage has he struck in the house
"Sweet sweet baby cousin, what havoc have you caused now." There have been so many countless times where my inner self wants to inflict harm upon you but I will not do such a thing.
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No More Memories
Science FictionIn a distant future mankind has installed a program that permits individuals' memories to be wiped from their existence. It is the belief that memory erasure of specific events can eliminate the rates of depression and suicide. When a certain indivi...
