Michael ran from the black, shadowy figure that was standing in the street. It began chasing after him, and he began to freak out. I can't freak out या it'll catch me, and I can't let that happen! he thought. Even so, he felt himself tiring as he cleared his neighbor's hedges and bolted for the alleyway between the Soda खरीडिए and the 10 Cents Store.
The antique store across the सड़क, स्ट्रीट from him had it's doors open with it's lights off. Michael sprinted into the store and careened to a stop. He turned around, slammed the door shut, and ran haphazardly up the stairs to look for a hiding spot. After a quick scan of the rooms he decided that the spot under the bathroom sink in one of the rooms would have to do.
As if on cue, he heard the figure slowly open the door, the door creaking in protest. He heard the figure step through the doorway with slow, heavy footsteps. The figure searched the whole house, it seemed, before heading upstairs. As he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, he thought Isn't there a gun case in the अगला room over?. The figure must have been taking it's time, because there was still 2/3rds of the steps to go. Here goes nothin'! he thought as he dashed out from his hiding spot into the अगला room.
The figure heard him, and began rushing up the stairs. Time seemed to slow down, everything was happening at once. Him reaching the अगला room, breaking the glass in the case, hearing the figure reach the चोटी, शीर्ष of the stairs, himself grabbing a gun and rounding on the figure as it froze in the doorway, obviously terrified of the gun he was holding.
Judging द्वारा the mess he made, he hadn't missed when he shot the shotgun. The figure was a mush splattered from the doorway onto the दीवार in the hallway. When he saw that he had won the fight, a huge wave of relief rushed over him, knowing that nothing should bother him now. He blacked out, the shotgun falling beside him as his head hit the soft carpet.
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The antique store across the सड़क, स्ट्रीट from him had it's doors open with it's lights off. Michael sprinted into the store and careened to a stop. He turned around, slammed the door shut, and ran haphazardly up the stairs to look for a hiding spot. After a quick scan of the rooms he decided that the spot under the bathroom sink in one of the rooms would have to do.
As if on cue, he heard the figure slowly open the door, the door creaking in protest. He heard the figure step through the doorway with slow, heavy footsteps. The figure searched the whole house, it seemed, before heading upstairs. As he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, he thought Isn't there a gun case in the अगला room over?. The figure must have been taking it's time, because there was still 2/3rds of the steps to go. Here goes nothin'! he thought as he dashed out from his hiding spot into the अगला room.
The figure heard him, and began rushing up the stairs. Time seemed to slow down, everything was happening at once. Him reaching the अगला room, breaking the glass in the case, hearing the figure reach the चोटी, शीर्ष of the stairs, himself grabbing a gun and rounding on the figure as it froze in the doorway, obviously terrified of the gun he was holding.
Judging द्वारा the mess he made, he hadn't missed when he shot the shotgun. The figure was a mush splattered from the doorway onto the दीवार in the hallway. When he saw that he had won the fight, a huge wave of relief rushed over him, knowing that nothing should bother him now. He blacked out, the shotgun falling beside him as his head hit the soft carpet.
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im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what आप say,
what आप do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how आप talk to me,
how आप treat me,
what आप think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what आप say,
what आप do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how आप talk to me,
how आप treat me,
what आप think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.