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11.15.16 // 3:33 p.m.
THE NEWS ABOUT Yvette Rona being dead has left me on edge ever since I found out. I constantly keep looking out my window, the warm glow of the afternoon light doing nothing to soothe me. I keep a bat close by me, hidden underneath my black pillows, just in case.
I feel as if I can't breathe, someone is choking me. T is choking me. My heart is racing and all I want to do is curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save me, even though no one will.
I'm a monster, after all.
A choked cry makes its way up my throat and a single tear slips down my eye. I wipe it away ferociously with the back of my hand and let out a shaky breath. A sound comes from outside my window and I immediately grab the bat that is under my pillow as my heart leaps into
