After Lizzie left, I wasn’t sure what to do. I sat there hyperventilating; unable to believe that I could have possibly been the cause of such a heinous crime. Nervous, scared energy began to fill me so much that I had to find something to do with myself…I got up and started pacing the room….
I woke up from a very deep sleep when I heard someone pounding on my door. I was surprised to find myself in bed. I didn’t even remember coming home last night. The pounding continued…further pulling me away from the sleep world and making me much more aware that my mouth tasted strange…like it was…
Before Lizzie and Dray showed up at my door, I realized that I had found all that I was going to find about my condition online. The rest of the links seemed to mostly be clickbait and BS. If I was going to find any more info…I’d have to go to the library. The only…
Now that I knew that going to work would be impossible in the daylight hours, I had no choice but to quit. I was in the middle of trying to find a night shift job, preferably one where I’d work alone when there was a knock at my door. I walked slowly towards my front…
Things were bad, very bad. I entered my apartment, knowing that it would only get worse if I didn’t figure out a way to quell the darkness. But I had no idea where to even begin. I stared down at my hands…reliving the moment when they held the rat. I could almost feel the fur…
My encounter with Dray left me tired and tense, but sleep felt like a distant friend. I knew it wouldn’t come easy that night. Hoping that some fresh air would help…I decided to get out of the house. But I didn’t want anyone…especially Dray or Lizzie to recognize me, so I searched the bottom…
I sat there on my couch for a while feeling a mixture of anger and fear. I was at a breaking point…I could feel it. At any moment, I could imagine the floor disappearing under me … and I could picture myself plunging into an emotional hell with no way to climb out. Something was…
Even the smallest social faux pas in the past led me to reanalyze a situation over and over again for something that I could have done or said differently. Most of the time just thinking about whatever it was made me want to hide. What I had just done with the lady at the hospital…
I didn’t have to wait too long before Lizzie finally entered the room dressed like she was returning from handling some type of emergency. As if she read my mind… “I hope you haven’t waited long…I was working the ER downstairs.” I was so happy to see Lizzie, that my bad mood seemed to subside…
For two days, I tried to eat anything and everything… …desperate for something that didn’t make me feel like crap. Everything I ingested had the same result. It satisfied me temporarily… …but eventually hit my stomach like a diesel truck. Then I was hungry all over again. I was getting scared, so I…
