Or actually three years...
Three years and I'm looking at my old journal entries and art and I feel like ripping my face off...
... Who's still here that remembers me from the glory days?
I feel like I'm in a new dimension.
Fighting For Your Life -Ch. 1-Chapter 1: A Smile and a WaveFighting For Your Life -Ch. 1- by ChiakiAriwara
Tommy knew what he had to do before he even opened his eyes that morning. His parents talked it over with him the night before. (Or more like they just told him right before he fell asleep on his bed.) However, it wasn't as bad as him waking up and they're just swooping him away, even if he was used to it.
Getting up from his bed, Tommy didn't even attempt to get dressed or do anything. He can already hear his daddy hollering it up in the next room. Damned drunk. He'd do anything to get himself some extra beer money. Tommy was a living example of that. First, it was his mom who used to do it but as soon as he was old enough, they bestowed it to him, something he thought that would never do. He thought wrong.
Tommy sighed and took a breath before he shifted. Now he was on all fours and in the form of a pit bull. It seemed like it was just
Until There Was NothingI knew something was wrong as soon as I was woken up by a loud scream from outside my room. I shot up and got out of my bed, walking the short distance to the metal door keeping me trapped inside the room. The door was locked, as always during the night, so I could not peek out my head to see what the commotion I was hearing from outside the door. There was screaming and the sound of multiple pairs of feet running back and forth by the door. What the hell was going on outside?Until There Was Nothing by ChiakiAriwara
I jumped away from the door when I heard a loud click. The door opened, but because it was so dark in the room, and oddly out in the hallway, I can only see the shadow of the person standing at the door of my room. The person said my name and I immediately calmed down when I recognized the voice. It was Steve, my nurse. He was always so nice to me and he was the only person I trusted to give me my shots and medication.