I'll edit later... I'm sick...
Chapter 10: 8:24
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Hunched harsh under the poison in her blood.
Her family peers on with wavering eyes.
Warmth rushes to my cheeks and I shake, our faces grim as we feel sweat manifest.
Stressed. It brings down the air and weighs on us as heavy as water without the cool refreshing tendency.
It wasn't random but all the same, it was.
She was ill.
She IS ill.
Stubborn as a mule she only speaks to resort in a sharp tongue of "I'm okay."
We know better... Why sit in that chair of misery when rest is so near?
Why try to hide the fact that your hands are shaking and your ears only hear static?
You can no doubt feel the stares and the shared glances of dread.
Why sit still in your sick?
We speak and you fail to respond, looking down at your lap with quivering knees. What are you thinking?
"At 9." He declares, fed up.
I burn the clock under my gaze.
My stomach is heavy and I don't dare stand from my chair, my cup in hand.
So wise yet you decide to be hard headed.
We're worrying.
I refresh the page but it's only a page. I cannot refresh my mind of your image.
It's a glitch.
I glare at my computer but she is not in there. She is still sitting. Hunched in her chair... Ironically in the living room, gasping for breath.
It's warm.
It's hot.
I need to step out but I cannot stand.
CLACK!I wince under the slapping of a cup on the counter. He's mad and my cheeks are still above temperature.
'I'm going to throw up.'
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Poetry(THIS POEM COLLECTION IS COMPLETED, CHECK OUT "BEYOND |[]| THE |[]| CLOUDS" FOR MORE!) (WILL BE EDITED BUT A NEW CHAPTER WILL NEVER BE PUBLISHED!) 想像します- Take this stone, now, I want you to wonder. What did this stone see? Are you calling me crazy...
