The floor was icy and her feet stung as if stalagmites pierced her with every step. It was early, too early even, for the birds to chirp their friendly welcome of morning. It seemed as if the very world was asleep, and she walked carefully, so as not to wake it, to shake it of its slumber.
It was always dark in their house, but that day, as she crept through the witching-hour, it had seemed particularly eerie, a ghost of a pair of eyes seemed to pickpocket her mind, scouring for the skeletons in the closet of her soul. She walked quicker than usual.
Climbing back into bed was the spoonful of sugar that helped her swallow the bitter pills, literally. Large multicolored pills forced their way down her oesophagus, she could feel every slow and painful advancement as the drugs fought against her body and won the right of passage.
She lay her head back upon her cool, cotton pillowcase and closed her eyes. Today was a new day, although she knew what it would entail; She'd get up, get dressed and walk to the park. Caleb would be waiting there for her. It seems he was always waiting.
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Fallen
Mystery / ThrillerThe story of two best friends, Deena Ross and Caleb Miller as things aren't always what they seem. Now Deena must navigate the twisted and strange story she's been living.
