She woke up with a startle…
the phone beside her bed was screaming..she glanced at the clock and saw that it was three o’clock in the morning… wondering who might’ve had the craziest idea to call her this early, she slowly picked up the handle and uttered a silent greeting…but as soon as the words escaped her lips the line went dead, there was nothing but the flat dial tone, taunting her with its continous beep…puzzled and annoyed she swore under her breath and sat at the edge of the bed…her eyes were watery from the pain that was burrowing against the back of her head… squinting, she rose up and fumbled for the medicine cabinet… she staggered hazardly towards the little box on the wall…after what seemed to be hours she finally saw what she was looking for, the yellow container, her salvation, the only thing that was precious to her right now…with her hands shaking she opened the little fucker and shook it for the four tablets that was remaining inside..not minding the size of the tablets, she threw them obliviously into her trap, crushing them angrily while her feet dragged her back to bed…a sweat broke down her clammy forehead, scalding her warm skin… She’s woken up like this for the past few weeks, soaked and feverish, her breath fighting to escape her throat, blurry eyes staring at the dancing curtain of the open window across her room…with or without the crazy phone call the open window remained…she was mesmerized by the movement of the silk curtains, its arms playfully taunting her, calling her, with an inaudible song that made her close her eyes…


About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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