this godforsaken book is back
DISCLAIMER: Story includes weaponry, violence, and subjects regarding PTSD and panic attacks. If this is sensitive material for you, please DO NOT read.
(Started August 6th, 2019 - Finished July 10th, 2020)
F*ck! My head hurts like hell! I couldn't even open my eyes. The damn sunlight was too bright.
I didn't want to go to school. Not with a headache like this! I felt like throwing up. I should be throwing up because of having too much candy, not because of some stupid ass pain.
I hope it's not my brain being washed. God, please no! I stopped that f*cking machine for the exact opposite to happen. I just hope it's because I got near it and not because something's taking over my mind.
But I had to get out of bed. I should. I groaned and slipped out of my blanket. Sh*t, it's even worse standing up.
I meandered my way to the bathroom and splashed a handful of cold water on my face. I took a pill of adderall and closed my eyes for a bit longer. It helped. Not a ton, but it would have to do.
Well, I could look up how to relieve a headache like this, but I don't think looking up "brainwash headache" would do much help. I just had to survive the day. That's all. It's Friday, so the weekend is near and I can just relax and do nothing!
I just hope I don't have a mission.
When I finished getting dressed, I walked out the bathroom and bumped into Julie. Things are probably going to be more awkward between us now that she knows I'm a spy.
She whispered, "Do you have a... mission.. today?"
"I hope not," I frowned.
"Don't you have one like everyday?"
"No! Thank God I don't, but they've been more active recently. Why are you asking so many questions?"
"How could I not? My brother is a spy!"
"And..?"
"And that's super cool! I mean, aside from all the dangerous stuff. Dude, I used to watch Spy Kids movies all the time and now you're a literal spy kid! Do you fight floop things?"
"What? No.." I shook my head, confused, "What's that?"
Julie took out her phone and pulled up a photo, "This!"
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"WHAT THE HELL-" I screamed at the photo. Holy sh*t! I regret asking!
She frowned, "They're cute, yet tortured. Don't speak of them like that."
I'm sometimes really concerned for that child. This is what she thinks is cute?
"I definitely don't fight that. That's scarier than anything I've ever fought!"
"Good to know. That'll be my next Halloween costume!"
"Oh no.." B*tch! That's scarier than any other motherf*cking costume. I'm gonna piss myself if she walks out next year in that.
"What? It's not like you'll be there. You'll probably be on another mission."
Damn, she really said that. Guilt tripping me like it's no man's business!
