I moved side to side, my heart pounding, my eyes filled with tears. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I tasted my tears fearlessly, the weird taste of one's own tears irritated me. Rolling over my king-size bed, I felt huge discomfort and agony, in a place I should have felt nothing short of real comfort. I could feel my brain cells almost evaporating into thin air, into another universe, another galaxy other than the milky way (if you're brushed up on your knowledge of the solar system, you'll know what I mean) . There was a knock at the door. Mum had sent one of my younger sisters up with a packet of Oreos and a glass half full with strawberry-flavoured milk. I gave her the usual nod and she walked off obediently. I have a funny relationship with my sister you see, I can communicate to her what I want or give her an instruction without opening my mouth. The severity of what I am saying needs no verbal echoing, but a gesture seems to do the trick. Now that she's grow
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