Chapter Four: It Happened Again
My stomach was eating itself.
I had barely gotten in two bites of my cheeseburger after Sabrina had stomped away after our wonderfully pleasant conversation because life had decided to be a bitch and make the bell ring. I got up and re-wrapped the cheeseburger, putting it into my handy miniature book bag. Look, I wasn't going to waste perfectly fine food, especially food that I paid for.
I walked out of the cafeteria and headed to my next class, feeling hungry, lonely, and wishing I was someplace better.
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I stepped into my room, throwing my book bag onto the floor, and jumped onto my bed. I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my notifications and then placed my phone onto my bedside table. I rolled around on my bed, wondering what I should do with myself now.
I stared up at the ceiling, considering whether I should do my homework now or later. I decided to do it later and reached into the drawer of my bedside table, pulling out my Poem Notebook. My PM was somewhat like a diary, but I didn't consider it to be one. I'd been using Poem Notebook's since the fourth grade to express my feelings and such. Feeling that no one knew I actually had.
I flipped to one the next blank page and wrote "What the HELL am I doing here?" I closed my notebook and threw it onto the floor, deciding that I had written enough. I lay on my bed, allowing myself to drift into sleep.
{The Dream of Belle Swan White}
Holy shit! What was happening? I was trapped in my own body and I couldn't move. I tried to open my lips to scream, but I couldn't move them. Was I dead? Was I dying? I tried to mentally move myself, looking for a way to shake myself out of my paralysis. What if I died right now? Who would even care?
I struggled, my soul fighting my body to move. Suddenly I was then finally was able to jerk my leg out and break out of my paralysis. I shot out of my bed, finally able to move.
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I was sitting on my bed, breathing heavily. It had happened again, I had gotten stuck in my own body. Why was I plagued with this? Was my life not already bad enough? I had to live with the fear that this would happen again and that next time, I wouldn't be able to free myself. I knew that it was only sleep paralysis but it still scared the hell out of me.I grabbed my book bag, pulling out my textbooks and worksheets. Doing homework would somewhat take my mind off the horrible ordeal I had just been through. Before doing my homework I opened my Poem Notebook and wrote "It happened again."
I took a pill bottle out of my desk drawer and opened the cap to take one. I quickly put the bottle away and swallowed the pill with the glass of water I had on my desk.
I sighed, began doing my homework and continued wishing I had someone to talk to.
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Hola readers! I would like to say sorry for this crappy chapter! This was more of a filler chapter than anything else. The next chapter will actually have some action in it. Yay!
Ciao for now my narwhals!
Riley
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Sweet Nothing {Sloooow Updatessss}
Ficção AdolescenteLove's just one big sweet nothing Warning: PG13