It was restless sleep. I was tossing and turning all night and apparently I was whimpering. That's what I was told.
Even if I did, it's not my fault. I couldn't get their painful screams out of my head. The dying pleas of the innocent begging for someone, anybody, to save them. Yet nobody did.
A loud noise from downstairs followed by shouting and screaming woke me up from my terrible dreams. I whimper, stretching out my sore, cramped muscles while listening to the commotion downstairs.
"Phil, you idiot!"
"I'm sorry Dan!" Phil's voice travels upstairs with a little bit of horror laced in it.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it Phil Lester! I caught you in the act!" Now that surprised me. What did Phil, little and innocent Phil, get caught doing?
"Alright, you two!" I could hear Jack's voice exclaim crankily. "What the hell are you guys bickering about now." Still curious, I continued listening to the conversation.
"Well I heard something going on down here-"
"No Dan! Don't!"
"And found Phil eating my cereal instead of his. Even though I told him it was mine, he still eats it and tries to be sneaky about it!" I couldn't help myself. I got up and made my way downstairs laughing.
"It's not funny!" Phil says glaring at me. The look on his face only made me laugh harder.
"All this noise," I said in between bursts of laughter. "Only to find out that someone ate someone else's cereal? Seriously?" That made everyone laugh as both Phil and Dan realize how stupid that they sounded for waking Jack and I up.
My vision started to blur a little bit as I stopped laughing. I blink, but it only made my vision blur more. I must've made some kind of noise because I could hear Jack calling out my name. But his voice sounded so far away.
Sharp pains travel up my spine causing me to double over in agony. Dan shouted something to Phil who was freaking out at the sight of me twitching violently on the floor in pain. Something wet drips down my back steadily as I close my eyes, whimpering.
Living in this world was becoming too difficult for me day after day. I just wish that all this pain and suffering would end. But living in a world of pain is one way to seek the truth you've been searching for for so long.
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Fallen Angel
ספרות חובביםWhen demons took over the Earth, humans were made as their personal slaves. Humans had to do everything the demons say, even if it means that they could be killed. Some, like Markiplier, are on their last shred of hope, ready to give up. What he do...
