"Ohio, Khasa", I voiced, to her portrait. Mother was fading. Her once bright blue eyes had now turned into a dirty turquoise and her glistening red hair was now a fading orange .Her skin was pale. I'll have to get her repainted soon.
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I changed into my pajamas, flung into bed and tapped into my phone. Notifications were over 32 and that satisfied me. At-least online I had a personality. Sadly, It wasn't my own.
I opened up some of my favorite sites on the deep web. I was running low on pills and this was my platform to get them.
I browsed across the web with my senses working at their peaks. The last thing is want is to die the way my mother did.
After an estimated hour, I heard the faintest of faint male voices. My fingers froze and my heart felt heavy. Without a second thought, I ran towards the light switch and turned it off. I hid under my desk and hoped for the best.
My level of fear was proportional to the intensity of the voice. There was a point when I thought it was his , but I wasn't ready to take any chances.
The last thing I heard was the shattering of the window's glass.
