RE: Продажба
09-23-2017, 03:27 PM
Point [64]
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Pain's been bad for days now. When my eyes are open I see shapes moving in the corners of my vision. When my eyes are closed the light remains, red and white and sharp. Angel thinks it might be migraines, since they're more common in teenagers. I don't know. I just want the pain to go away.
It's consumed my life, really. Even when I'm sleeping, I have nightmares - a strange voice giving me directions that don't make logical sense to a place that I can't physically reach. Last night the dream was set in a field at sunset or sunrise, the sky black like night but starless, with only the perfect blinding circle on a treeless hilled horizon. The torrid field had an infinite number of paths, but each time I started down one, another infinite million opened up anew. When I looked backwards, it was the same. I woke up around noon, head hurting even more than when I went to bed. Visnin had left me some salted oats for breakfast, but they were cold by then, and for some reason I found that so sad I cried all through breakfast. Something's happening to me. I don't know why.
This year has been so terrible. First the Day of Light. Then Bud's parents. My family's home country. My head. Everything keeps getting worse.
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I don't have the energy to question this voice.
. . .
Or maybe I do? The pain in my head is shrinking. The sensation of heat coating the inner layers of my skin has lessened. Something feels unnaturally meaningful about that word, "calm." "Who said that? Where are you?"
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Points [11]
Pain's been bad for days now. When my eyes are open I see shapes moving in the corners of my vision. When my eyes are closed the light remains, red and white and sharp. Angel thinks it might be migraines, since they're more common in teenagers. I don't know. I just want the pain to go away.
It's consumed my life, really. Even when I'm sleeping, I have nightmares - a strange voice giving me directions that don't make logical sense to a place that I can't physically reach. Last night the dream was set in a field at sunset or sunrise, the sky black like night but starless, with only the perfect blinding circle on a treeless hilled horizon. The torrid field had an infinite number of paths, but each time I started down one, another infinite million opened up anew. When I looked backwards, it was the same. I woke up around noon, head hurting even more than when I went to bed. Visnin had left me some salted oats for breakfast, but they were cold by then, and for some reason I found that so sad I cried all through breakfast. Something's happening to me. I don't know why.
This year has been so terrible. First the Day of Light. Then Bud's parents. My family's home country. My head. Everything keeps getting worse.
I don't have the energy to question this voice.
. . .
Or maybe I do? The pain in my head is shrinking. The sensation of heat coating the inner layers of my skin has lessened. Something feels unnaturally meaningful about that word, "calm." "Who said that? Where are you?"
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Input a number of days
Points [11]