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Feb. 9th, 2008 11:32 pmThe migraine has got steadily worse during the day; or days really. It's more than forty hours since he last got any proper sleep.
Beginning to feel more than a little unwell, he made his way into one of the bathrooms to splash some water on his face. Looking into his reflection, he notices it... blurring.
The room spins.
This time, a piece of tape is slapped over his mouth so that he can't scream.
"You know, the scariest people? Are the ones who do something totally unexpected. The ones you're scared of all the time."
He doesn't even see the knife, or how long it is. But he sees the hilt sticking out of his front, and the blood pouring out.
And struggling to breathe just through his nose, he sobs as they all just walk away.
Beginning to feel more than a little unwell, he made his way into one of the bathrooms to splash some water on his face. Looking into his reflection, he notices it... blurring.
The room spins.
This time, a piece of tape is slapped over his mouth so that he can't scream.
"You know, the scariest people? Are the ones who do something totally unexpected. The ones you're scared of all the time."
He doesn't even see the knife, or how long it is. But he sees the hilt sticking out of his front, and the blood pouring out.
And struggling to breathe just through his nose, he sobs as they all just walk away.
