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fed
She fed off the animal as if it were her last meal even though she knew there would be more deer and rabbits out in the woods to eat. She had finally realized that she couldn't deny the fact that this meant survival. She would be dead if it hadn't been for this rabbit. The world she lived in forced her to do it...she had no choice.
loom
everything I look at and walk through, its just a daze. a loom. a foggy world. i cant see, i cant feel anything, its a very weird sensation. i cant breathe almost. its too much. oh my gosh, im suffocating, its collapsing around me. its taking me from this world. i cant, i cant do it, im dying. im done. im leaving. this loom, this fog, this room of nothing is engulfing me. its almost done. one more second, oh my god. im dead.
checkmate
Checkmate. You say it when you play chess, right? I am not too familiar with that game, but I remember my dad used to try to teach me as a kid. Like a small kid, maybe 4 or 5 years old. He always believed i would become this legendary child that knew everything. Man, was I a disappointment.
satisfy
completing needs by eating, drinking, sleeping. all daily things, but somewhere somehow, i'm just not satisfied. i'm still hungry, and im still thirsy, and im still so very tired. maybe, i'm just tired of life.
institutions
I would tell you how i ended up here, but the story is far too long. I would tell you what I think, but that would be far too disturbing. I would tell you what I plan to do to myself, but that is far too dangerous. I am going to get out of this asylum, an institution where i was sent because i simply am so screwed up. I'm going to get out of here, simply with a little thing called a gun.
employees
My head throbbed as all my employees pounded on my office door. "What should we do now, Ms. Casey?" they all asked over and over again. I pulled my draw open and shuffled around violently. Where were my goddamn pills?! I finally found them and fumbled with the cap. Once i got it open and shoved a mouthful of medication into my mouth. Sigh. Finally. My heart beat gradually decreased and existed my brain and my migraine diminished.
somebody
I could just feel that somebody was inside the house with me. Well maybe not somebody, but something. I stopped what i was doing and listened as hard as I could. I heard the slight creaking of the floor as someone crept closer to my bedroom. Than in one breath I could feel somebody's breath on the back of my neck. I didn't move, I couldn't move. The hair on my body strung up and chills went down my spine. The air around me suddenly got cold and I was chilled to the bone. The things breath got closer to my neck. It breathed it a little more as if inhaling my scent.Than in the blink of an eye, pain surged through my body as he bit into my flesh.