Most nights I sleep. This night I can't. My eyelids refuse to close, my mind refuses to turn off the switch. When that happens I know that its going to be one of those nights, where I just pull an all nighter. Ugh, I hate these nights, where I stare. And stare at the white ceiling. I stare at it and imagine the little static crawl around aimlessly. Sometimes they form a little picture. Half those times I see a little monster that opens its mouth and I see even more static crawl around. Almost all the monsters I see are all the same. Two statics eyes that are placed in the middle of its static face, which is connected to its static legs that move around. Almost like a spider. Sometimes the monster looks directly at me and it never blinks, ever. It's mouth looks like a curvy line that never moves, only the tiny little specks do. The smile that it does to me is a thin line, like the Cheshire cat. It smiles, but I don't. I hate to stare into the endless void of its unmoving eyes. Every time I try to ignore it and shut my eyes, I feel its static eyes pierce through me. I shiver, I hate this feeling. That's why I don't let it pierce through me, I get up and off the bed where the bed bugs can't bite.
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Second Chance
FantasyAlthough in different worlds, Yukari Shiro and Tsubaki Yui have suffered so much, from being bullied to being abused by their family. One day they decide to end it all, and free themselves from this misery. But they wake up in an unfamiliar place, a...
