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You heard your ringtone suddenly go off, disturbing the quiet of your bedroom. You felt really lousy that morning so called in sick at your job and you didn’t get out bed all day. Except to go to the bathroom to throw up. You didn’t know what time it was but you didn’t move to answer your phone. It was all the way on the other side of the room and you really didn’t feel like moving when you didn’t have to. Just as the ringing stopped and you tried to go back to sleep, you had the throw up. In your haste to run to the bathroom you didn’t register the fact that your phone went off again.
After you finished throwing up all the contents of your stomach, you rested your head against the wall by the toilet. You didn’t understand how you still had
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“You could have still answered my calls” You looked at him with a confused look on your face. You felt so lousy that you didn’t remember ignoring calls from him. That’s when you remembered your phone waking you up.
“It was to far away and I can’t move until I feel better” As if on cue you had to throw up again. Just as you were regretting not tying your hair up this morning, you felt hands holding your hair back. Once that over you leaned against the wall again, it wasn’t very long before there was a glass of water in your line of vision. Before you ask anything however he spoke.
“You need to keep hydrated, I will get you a hair tie” and with that the glass of water was in your hands and he was gone. He came back shortly and immediately tied your hair back out of your way for you. You heard more then saw him rummaging around your medicine cabinet, he seemed to find what he was looking for and he then held pills out to you. “Take these”
“But Taekwoon, my throat is soar” You really didn’t want to force anything down your throat while it hurt so
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You know enough about Taekwoon to realize that he would force the medicine down your throat if you kept refusing to take them. So even though you didn’t want to, you took them. You seen him nod and leave the room again. This trip also didn’t take much time and he was back in the bathroom again. This time with blankets, a pillow, more bottles of water, you laptop and your phone. You wanted to ask him why he brought all of that stuff but you knew that it would become apparent eventually so you just watched him. First, he wrapped one of the blankets around you and put the between your head and the wall. Then, he put the second blanket behind you on the floor. Next, he lugged in your laptop and put on one of your favorite playlists because he knows you don’t like quiet and you find music comforting. After that he put your phone on the floor right next to your foot. He made you look him in the eyes before he started to talk. “I brought everything I can think of to make you comfortable but I have to go now, I can’t afford to get sick and I have work tomorrow so I can’t stay here all night. Is there anything else you need?” You couldn’t think of anything so you shook your head. “Ok then. I have to go now but take care of yourself ok?” He kissed your forehead and hugged you for a little bit but he did have to leave. Being an idol and all he had a busy schedule and you knew he couldn’t afford to get
I heard Two-Bit talking in a low voice on the phone, but I tried to tune him out. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out some of the pain. I must have fallen asleep because all of a sudden I felt someone grab my hand.
the story, he decides to take another shower in which “His breath sputtered and noises hopped
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
You stumbled out of the slowly moving contraption, tears streaming down your face. You could hear the laughter and excitement of your friends in front of you. They weren't feeling what you were, and you doubted they would understand.
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I woke one morning feeling as though something were amiss. I looked at my bedside clock; its chipper green digital glow was telling me I had 11 minutes to get my ass to work. I checked my alarm – it had gone off, but I'd obviously slept right through it. Though unusual for my character overall, sleeping late had started becoming something I couldn't control. Not having time even to curse myself, I quickly dressed and made a beeline for my shoes and the door.
what he had just told me, I was refusing to listen as I fell into the
expecting a phone call from anyone. I got up from the couch and picked up
As I arrived at her apartment she didn’t answer the door, I just went in. I walked down the hall way into her bedroom where she had pills and a beer and a list wrote out to make sure this would be her last recipe, a recipe of death. All I could do was yell, “What the hell are you thinking, he is not worth your life!” I started grabbing the pills, putting them back in a container and taking the beer. I hid the pills in my purse and went to get water. I begged with her to drink the water and remind...
The house phone started to ring. “We have a house phone?” I questioned myself rubbing my eyes giving off a weary sigh. When did I fall asleep? I headed downstairs and it stopped. Again it rang and I guessed it was on the bottom shelf hence lack of usage. Pulling off the dusty cloth I grasped the telephone and answered.
before I got through with work. All of a sudden my phone rings, and it was my
“You made me come to the doctor’s office with you, to hold your hand, because you were afraid.” I stayed quiet and watched as he pulled out a large syringe from the bin.
Oh, so Antonio was there in the room with me and Ultima! If I could have answered I would have said “good” because I could breathe steadily now. I was like that for a couple more hours until I felt a burst of energy and sat straight up in bed. It was a weird sensation almost like I was back from the dead. I screamed as in torture and felt my eyes open wide and screamed again in pain. Why was this pain continuing so long and so strong? But at least Ultima was by my side making sure I would not fall of my bed. I felt my body spasm uncontrollably. Without even realizing it I said “Dios Mio!” and then threw up some sort of green bile and a huge ball of hair. I felt disgusting and I could see it on the floor wiggling. I clutched the edge of my bed and even though I felt very weak and I was sweating, I knew that I was alive and hoped that Ultima had managed to cure me. And I fell back
It was about eleven o’clock now. I generally go with a group of friends but not today, I could literally feel my eyes collapsing. In fact, I’m sure my eyes were heavier than the weights I did. As I finally got out of my bed and stepped on the icy floor, my legs felt as if gravity had increased by two fold. I get to the kitchen to discover a note telling me that my family has gone out and that I needed to call Jess, a family friend. Not thinking much of it, I decide to eat a bit of breakfast; this was the first bit of food I had eaten since six o’clock the night before. Once the cereal and milk had come into contact that delicious sound was created, snap, crackle and pop. Since I was young that sound has made my mouth water. I thought to myself, ahhhhh rice