Shakily I began to answer the questions on the screening test. Do you have reoccurring thoughts of death or tragedy? Does your heart rate increase? Do you shake in voluntarily? Have you been sad for at least 6 months? Do you repeat rituals such as cleansing yourself multiple times daily? Do noises set you off? Are you afraid?
Many questions swirl around my head. I answer as many as come to mind easily others I leave blank. I'm scared for my results though. I mean how bad can it be? I think pretty bad. I'm trying to be truthful here but golly it's hard. But what can I do? Nothing.
I write a lot my hand cramps up and I start getting queasy feelings in my lover abdomen. I feel sick. I'm violently shaking now. Breathe in and out that's what I do. In out in out. Only suddenly I'm not breathing anymore. And it feels good. Almost like I'm free. And then I feel the pressure and it hurts and I'm about to scream but can't force anything out. That's when It goes black. And I'm just lying there waiting. Waiting for something anything to bring me back. I just don't think anything can.
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A "fine" life
FanfictionA Jc Caylen fan-fiction! CLEAN! Not completed yet. -------------------------------------- Jc and I had been best friends for a long time. I look back now cherishing those precious moments. I still love him too bad he forgot me. The following chap...
