I wake up in the dead of night scared of my closet. My mother comforted me in my bed until I fell asleep as a child. This is a normal thing for children. But for me at my age I compleatly doubt it. My mother doesn’t comfort me anymore. I'm all alone and can't fall asleep. When I hear things in the hallway I stay in bed while they creep. When I hear a knock on my door I know it’s nothing normal, it's the ghosties they've come to get me. They like to play with me in the dark. At three I hide while they search everywhere trying to sink their teeth into my skin and drink my blood. They chase me around and I run and scream but no one comes to help me because everyone else is asleep. I wouldn't dare tell people about my friends. They wouldn't understand. They would just think I'm crazy.
Then I wake up.
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A Terrible World
אקראיLife sucks. Everything happens for a reason this we must remember but what is that purpose? Listening to other people's problems just makes me feel worse because I know that no one cares enough to listen to mine. Sometimes, or most the time in life...
