Two
it was night and I was tired I was still in pain but I had to sleep.
I curled up on the hardwood floors trying to give myself warmth for the winter night. But all this to wake up to no food, no friends, no family.
I felt a rush of cold air fly through my body. I shut my eyes hoping the night would pass by quickly and quietly.
I wanted to think of good dreams tonight but I couldn't even remember the last time I had a good dream.
I laid down on my back with my hand on my forehead thinking why am I even putting up with this all?
What was the point of me living? Was it to be locked in the shed for hours and hours,
And getting out then be put back in.
It was like an endless cycle. I sigh and try to sleep but the cold air stops me.
I twist and turn trying to tire my self out but it's not working
I suddenly feel light-headed. It's probably from the fact I haven't had any water today
I crawl to the nearest corner of the room wrapping my arms around my legs and clinging them to my chest Closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
~The next day ~
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