(continued from Renn and Michas Life Chapter 9)
Felix holds my arm tightly as he walks me to the place where I am to live as long as they let me.I don't look up o around at the surroundings. I just lower my head and taste the salty tears as they slowly stream from my eyes. tu would think that I would want to run, but I just feel like there is nothing left of me, like I am empty. And the fact that he could crush me in an instant has some effect.
We stop walking, and look up in time to see him open a creaky door. He then pushes me inside and locks it behind him.
I stand up off the cold floor, and lift up my head to see my...room, as they call it.
There is an old iron framed cama in the corner, a small escritorio por the door, and a few nearly melted candles on the floor. The floor is made of dark stones, and it is wet from the old, moist air. There are no windows on either of the four walls. I can see that it was built to enclose someone, o something. To keep it hidden.
I walk over to the cama and sit on it. There are no springs, and I doubt that it is not infested with bedbugs. I have always hated bugs. Especially bedbugs. I just picture them crawling in my hair, and my clothes.
I feel the slightest shudder up my spine, when I see the red stains on the sheets, and floor, no doubt they are blood.
I jump off the cama in disgust, and stand in the middle of the room for sometime wondering how I could be so stupid. I guess some people just don't have what it takes to be alive. And I for sure don't.
But it is not that that sickens me. It is the fact that I will never be able to hold my son again. o press my hand against his cheek and mostrar him a cama time story. He loved that. o that the día I find out that my husband is alive, I lose him again, forever.
I slump against the muro and lean my head onto it, feeling my hair get wet at the touch. Not that it wouldn't have gotten wet to begin with. I mean the whole place looks like someone too a hose to it.
I close my eyes, trying to calm down and not think of how I ruined everything, when I feel a small tingling across my neck. I feel it crawl towards my chest and I open my eyes ever so slightly, just in time to see the large white and red araña bite me. It burns, but I can't even scream because it hurts too bad. I brush it away with as much strength as I can muster, and squish it to the floor before I fall on the ground my self.
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I open my eyes and instantly feel an aching, burning sensation across my chest, and my left arm. I reach down and touch where the araña bit me. My skin there has turned white, and feels cold to the touch. There is also a sharp pain almost as bad as if I were hit por a truck. I feel like I have been hit por a truck o a train, maybe even run over. I never knew a araña bite could be so painful. I wonder siguiente if I am going to die, not that it would make a difference. I'm already dead to the world. And if I don't die now, I'll die here sooner o later.
Felix holds my arm tightly as he walks me to the place where I am to live as long as they let me.I don't look up o around at the surroundings. I just lower my head and taste the salty tears as they slowly stream from my eyes. tu would think that I would want to run, but I just feel like there is nothing left of me, like I am empty. And the fact that he could crush me in an instant has some effect.
We stop walking, and look up in time to see him open a creaky door. He then pushes me inside and locks it behind him.
I stand up off the cold floor, and lift up my head to see my...room, as they call it.
There is an old iron framed cama in the corner, a small escritorio por the door, and a few nearly melted candles on the floor. The floor is made of dark stones, and it is wet from the old, moist air. There are no windows on either of the four walls. I can see that it was built to enclose someone, o something. To keep it hidden.
I walk over to the cama and sit on it. There are no springs, and I doubt that it is not infested with bedbugs. I have always hated bugs. Especially bedbugs. I just picture them crawling in my hair, and my clothes.
I feel the slightest shudder up my spine, when I see the red stains on the sheets, and floor, no doubt they are blood.
I jump off the cama in disgust, and stand in the middle of the room for sometime wondering how I could be so stupid. I guess some people just don't have what it takes to be alive. And I for sure don't.
But it is not that that sickens me. It is the fact that I will never be able to hold my son again. o press my hand against his cheek and mostrar him a cama time story. He loved that. o that the día I find out that my husband is alive, I lose him again, forever.
I slump against the muro and lean my head onto it, feeling my hair get wet at the touch. Not that it wouldn't have gotten wet to begin with. I mean the whole place looks like someone too a hose to it.
I close my eyes, trying to calm down and not think of how I ruined everything, when I feel a small tingling across my neck. I feel it crawl towards my chest and I open my eyes ever so slightly, just in time to see the large white and red araña bite me. It burns, but I can't even scream because it hurts too bad. I brush it away with as much strength as I can muster, and squish it to the floor before I fall on the ground my self.
~
I open my eyes and instantly feel an aching, burning sensation across my chest, and my left arm. I reach down and touch where the araña bit me. My skin there has turned white, and feels cold to the touch. There is also a sharp pain almost as bad as if I were hit por a truck. I feel like I have been hit por a truck o a train, maybe even run over. I never knew a araña bite could be so painful. I wonder siguiente if I am going to die, not that it would make a difference. I'm already dead to the world. And if I don't die now, I'll die here sooner o later.
He stated, “Has it really been five months and a día since my last dispatch? In my defense, they’ve been five months spent immersed in the world of TWILIGHT,something I’m sure tu can all appreciate. We’re in the thick of pre-production now, juggling everything from casting to storyboarding to location scouting, getting it all ready to go, but I do want to take a moment to announce to tu exclusively a few of the amazing production team members who are hard at work alongside me, bringing these cine to life. I hope you’ll be as excited about them as I am:
Edward: The covesation's really good.
Bella: Uh huh.*gets another call*
Jake
Bella: *rejects call*
link
Edward: Who was that?
Bella: Jacob...
They talked for days.
Jacob: *growls*WHY WILL THEY SHUT UP!
*makes an new answering machine*
Bella: I gotta go. *makes a besar sound and hangs up*
15 Missed Calls
Bella: Alright tu win!
*calls him*
Jacob: hola its Jacob. If its Bella, STFU and if its the pack, leave the message.
Bella: *waits for tone*
1 hora Later
Bella: Forget it!*hangs up*
Phone: *tone*
Bella: T.T
Jacob: *laughs histericly*
Bella: Uh huh.*gets another call*
Jake
Bella: *rejects call*
link
Edward: Who was that?
Bella: Jacob...
They talked for days.
Jacob: *growls*WHY WILL THEY SHUT UP!
*makes an new answering machine*
Bella: I gotta go. *makes a besar sound and hangs up*
15 Missed Calls
Bella: Alright tu win!
*calls him*
Jacob: hola its Jacob. If its Bella, STFU and if its the pack, leave the message.
Bella: *waits for tone*
1 hora Later
Bella: Forget it!*hangs up*
Phone: *tone*
Bella: T.T
Jacob: *laughs histericly*