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Ms. Lewis whispered under her breath as her fingers tightened around her wine glass, her knuckles turning a pearl white. A phone was held in her other hand, up to her ear. "Come on, come on," She muttered. The ringing never seemed to end. The line went off and she lowered her head. She slammed the phone down on the front and sighed. Ms. Lewis took a large swig of her wine and slammed that down too. Her mouth opened slightly and a shaky breath escaped her. Her eyes watered and her lips quivered. "This can't be happening...get it together Joane Lewis." She told herself. She stood up from her dining room table and stalked into the kitchen. It was really late and the lights of the house were dim almost wanting to be as dark as the outside. The wind blew and the trees swayed. Ms. Lewis reached her sink and shakily turned it on. She ran her hands under it and gently wiped her face. She had been calling Carrie for hours upon hours. She'll have to call Michaels school in the morning to make sure someone saw Carrie pick him up. She tapped her fingers against the sink. She could always call the police but what would they do? It hasn't been 24 hours yet. Well, almost exactly 24 hours but she didn't want to have an argument about technicalities. Ms.Lewis sighed. She might have to look for them herself. But then again it was late and it would be hard to see them. The best option was to wait for the morning. Ms. Lewis felt her throat tighten and her heart shake. This couldn't be happening...she hasn't felt so hopeless in a long time and she did not miss the feeling. Her stomach was empty yet she ate. Her feet ached yet she was sitting for hours. She felt gross yet she took a shower not too long ago. She felt like she might throw up yet she didn't. Ms. Lewis covered her mouth and whimpered as she walked to her room. "Sleep. Yes, rest will help," She murmured as she turned the lights off behind her. Leaving the house in nothing but emptiness as she lay on her bed and let darkness take her. This couldn't be happening...but it was.
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The Pulsing Darkness
FanfictionI can't leave my house anymore. I don't trust the roads. I don't trust anything. Not since the accident. My brother isn't taking it well but the large black robot seems to help him with his trauma. However, I feel like I'll never be helped. A Decep...
