It has been about two years since I’ve seen Matt, but I kept him in my mind, knowing he was real. Since then I have become sick with a deadly disease known as Typhoid fever. It gave me chest pain, rashes, weakness, and congestion. My family found out when my mother was dyeing her hair blonder and listening to heavy metal clueless of what was to come.
“Hey, mommy, can I-“ I felt dizzy, the room span around, then I passed out onto the hard cold кухня floor, my parents rushed over to me, and found my pulse was slowing down. I woke up only to hear wailing sounds from someone crying. A opened my eyes a little, I saw flashing blue and red lights, and the brightest white hallway anyone could ever imagine. I heard people talking and screaming and crying, I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, I couldn’t see well either, everything was a blur. It happened so fast, yet it took forever to end. Ты would never understand that statement unless it has happened to you. Within a few minutes, I passed out again into a deep sleep. By the time I had awoken, I saw him again! Matt, was sitting in a dusty corner of the room. I looked around only to see nothing, mo one else in the room. The window was open a crack to let a glimmer of blue moonlight into my dull hospital room, right where Matt was sitting. I took this time to note his features the best I could. He had gorgeous eyes, ones that were the iciest blue eyes that are almost white. Another thing I loved about him was his hair, it was the blackest black, like mine, except shorter. He was a tall figure, but what I loved еще than everything else was that he wasn’t perfect. He had a real, believable vibe to him, he had acne and was almost too skinny. He was defiantly a teenager, around … fourteen? He faded as if he embarrassed by me noticing his imperfections. I coughed loudly and felt a stabbing pain as I did so. Pain seemed so common since I passed out; I believed it was the only possible way to feel. Matt re-appeared right Далее to me, and put a cold hand on my face and whispered, “You’ll be okay.” With that I fell asleep looking into Matts deep, piercing gaze.
The Далее день I found out just how deadly Typhoid fever was, ten percent of people who suffered from it die. What if I was one of those people, one who died at such a young age they never get to experience life? My thoughts were interrupted by Matts warm but nonchalant voice, “You, will be okay, don’t worry.” With that, he leaned down and kissed my forehead lightly. That’s the first time I ever felt truly loved, the first time I felt I truly belonged somewhere. Time has never been on my side, he faded away, leaving me staring at the blue moonlight where I had seen him before. He had a habit of not saying goodbye, I assume since he never did.
For the Далее six months the same things happened. Bright lights, cries and whispering all day, I do not know how, but only at night I could speak, see, and hear clearly. At night all I could see was that sliver of blue moonlight, and Matt, sitting in the corner, staring at me lovingly. Until one night when a tall, blond nurse (who obviously dyed her hair blond and had a lot of plastic surgery) came into the bright lit hell I lived in. In my mind I thought God had sent her, telling me that there has been a mix up, and I should go back to heaven instead of staying in hell. But she came to tell me that the six months of treatments were done, and I could go home.
On the ride Главная I fell between being asleep или awake. The point of time when Ты can’t tell the difference, when Ты forget what Ты are doing, или where Ты are. Ты have your eyes shut and Ты don’t care about anything, anyone, или even yourself. Ты are just Остаться в живых to the freethinking of your choice, this is a heavenly experience, Далее time Ты are trying to sleep, attempt this, your mind clears and nothing evil exists anymore, only you. But my heaven was deprived from me yet again, when I heard a loud crash, and the feeling of a million needles going through my heart.
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So, how is my story going so far? Is it interesting enough that you’ll keep reading. Oh and PLEASE help me by being a critic too. It’s the only way I’ll get better.
“Hey, mommy, can I-“ I felt dizzy, the room span around, then I passed out onto the hard cold кухня floor, my parents rushed over to me, and found my pulse was slowing down. I woke up only to hear wailing sounds from someone crying. A opened my eyes a little, I saw flashing blue and red lights, and the brightest white hallway anyone could ever imagine. I heard people talking and screaming and crying, I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, I couldn’t see well either, everything was a blur. It happened so fast, yet it took forever to end. Ты would never understand that statement unless it has happened to you. Within a few minutes, I passed out again into a deep sleep. By the time I had awoken, I saw him again! Matt, was sitting in a dusty corner of the room. I looked around only to see nothing, mo one else in the room. The window was open a crack to let a glimmer of blue moonlight into my dull hospital room, right where Matt was sitting. I took this time to note his features the best I could. He had gorgeous eyes, ones that were the iciest blue eyes that are almost white. Another thing I loved about him was his hair, it was the blackest black, like mine, except shorter. He was a tall figure, but what I loved еще than everything else was that he wasn’t perfect. He had a real, believable vibe to him, he had acne and was almost too skinny. He was defiantly a teenager, around … fourteen? He faded as if he embarrassed by me noticing his imperfections. I coughed loudly and felt a stabbing pain as I did so. Pain seemed so common since I passed out; I believed it was the only possible way to feel. Matt re-appeared right Далее to me, and put a cold hand on my face and whispered, “You’ll be okay.” With that I fell asleep looking into Matts deep, piercing gaze.
The Далее день I found out just how deadly Typhoid fever was, ten percent of people who suffered from it die. What if I was one of those people, one who died at such a young age they never get to experience life? My thoughts were interrupted by Matts warm but nonchalant voice, “You, will be okay, don’t worry.” With that, he leaned down and kissed my forehead lightly. That’s the first time I ever felt truly loved, the first time I felt I truly belonged somewhere. Time has never been on my side, he faded away, leaving me staring at the blue moonlight where I had seen him before. He had a habit of not saying goodbye, I assume since he never did.
For the Далее six months the same things happened. Bright lights, cries and whispering all day, I do not know how, but only at night I could speak, see, and hear clearly. At night all I could see was that sliver of blue moonlight, and Matt, sitting in the corner, staring at me lovingly. Until one night when a tall, blond nurse (who obviously dyed her hair blond and had a lot of plastic surgery) came into the bright lit hell I lived in. In my mind I thought God had sent her, telling me that there has been a mix up, and I should go back to heaven instead of staying in hell. But she came to tell me that the six months of treatments were done, and I could go home.
On the ride Главная I fell between being asleep или awake. The point of time when Ты can’t tell the difference, when Ты forget what Ты are doing, или where Ты are. Ты have your eyes shut and Ты don’t care about anything, anyone, или even yourself. Ты are just Остаться в живых to the freethinking of your choice, this is a heavenly experience, Далее time Ты are trying to sleep, attempt this, your mind clears and nothing evil exists anymore, only you. But my heaven was deprived from me yet again, when I heard a loud crash, and the feeling of a million needles going through my heart.
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So, how is my story going so far? Is it interesting enough that you’ll keep reading. Oh and PLEASE help me by being a critic too. It’s the only way I’ll get better.
I know the way it eats your mind
The way your brain, eaten up
The one that leaves Ты silent, blind
Long after you've had enough
I know the way it devours your thoughts
The way Ты feel confused
It feels like a million knots
It leaves Ты feeling used
I know the way it stabs your сердце
The way it leaves Ты here to bleed
It makes quite sure to tear Ты apart
The time Ты really need
I know the way it hurts your feelings
The way it leaves Ты blue
Ты say Ты see, when not really seeing
Ты say Ты know, but that's not true
I know the way Ты try and hide it
But then Ты know you'll always find it
In the trees and in the gravel
This lie Ты call friendship, I can't unravel.
The way your brain, eaten up
The one that leaves Ты silent, blind
Long after you've had enough
I know the way it devours your thoughts
The way Ты feel confused
It feels like a million knots
It leaves Ты feeling used
I know the way it stabs your сердце
The way it leaves Ты here to bleed
It makes quite sure to tear Ты apart
The time Ты really need
I know the way it hurts your feelings
The way it leaves Ты blue
Ты say Ты see, when not really seeing
Ты say Ты know, but that's not true
I know the way Ты try and hide it
But then Ты know you'll always find it
In the trees and in the gravel
This lie Ты call friendship, I can't unravel.
i was a normal 18 год old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( еще like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i сказал(-а) " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he сказал(-а) " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he сказал(-а) " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new