Chapter 22
Matilda Begot lay on a comfy sofa alone at home doing nothing, expecting a hello from one of the numerous trampling feet outside of her house but none was forthcoming. She stayed there in silence with her eyes closed, even though the Television was on, pleaded god that at least, even if nobody was coming to visit her, sleep should, but even that eludes her. Not too long, sleep did come, taking along with it her consciousness so that she lay there motionless like a breathing corpse. Then from nowhere came a sabotaging knock that ratted her to the core of her being. Matilda woke up, looking wild and confused, scampered to the safety of her bedroom. “Who is it?” She asked as the knock persists. “You’ve got a visitor, come and open the door.” “Just a secooooond!” She cried. Matilda rushed
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