Tears well up in my eyes as the pain rushes through, the girl leaves and leaves me alone. I'm laying here paralyzed by my anxieties. They push me down and hold me in a position that can only be changed by the drip feeding they give me. I look around and I cry out for help. I struggle and try to pry myself from this prison like position that keeps the pain rushing to my head. The whisperers were right. She would leave. She wouldn't help me through it . shed abandon me when I needed her most. Her drip ran out.
I lay. Stuck. I hear the footsteps of another. She allows herself in the room and takes the seat next to my rotting body. She looks into my eyes and sees the pain causing them to turn bloodshot. She holds my wrist next to her and her soft and caring hands slip the drip back into my vein. The pain from my head stars to fade almost instantly. She turns her head away as the drug creeps through my arms. Occasionally the drip stops for a minute t comes back on as if nothing happened. although unlike before when it turned off. She tries to fix it as soon as possible.
The light flickers off and suddenly I can move. She sits still. Not feeding it through. No pain this time. I clasp the bedsheets tightly between my fingers. It creeps round the corner. Slowly a mirror image of me creeps round the corner with a sinister smile. Suddenly she turns back to me and starts dripping it through again. I sit here awaiting his strike. And for her to leave.
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AcakI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
