So I wrote a story via Twitter- posting one tweet per day since Oct. 1st. Some of my followers caught on, but I appreciate them not giving it away. For those of you not following me- heres the whole story- all 30 tweets- Happy Halloween! Even though I have to, I am afraid to look under the bed. Hes still there. I know hes there. Hes not making any movement or sound but I can smell him. I should leave. I should try to forget about the body under my bed. But that might be a dangerous decision. After all, as bad as things are in here, I imagine its far worse out there. And outside is where it all started. Oh God, the smell. Why did this have to happen to me? Its not fair. Im only 14. I wish it was my brother. Wait. Thats not fair. Maybe hes older, stronger. But now hes the one under my bed, not moving at all. If only Mom and Dad would come back. But I know they wont. Ive known it for three days now. I should check on my brother. But I know he doesnt want me to. Hes afraid . . . and so am I. Time is starting to get fuzzy. Im not really sure anymore how much time is going by. And the smell is getting stronger. A whole day. I lost a whole day somehow . . . I am so afraid I will lose so much more So many of them out there now. And Im here all alone. Besides . . . him. My brother. Why was I thinking it? I havent slept in days. I heard you can go crazy if you dont slept for too long. I kinda hope Im crazy. Then none of this would be real. He smells so . . . I want to check but I cant. I dont want to see my brother as anything else. But oh God, the smell My face. I cant feel my face anymore. I hope its just the cold. The heat stopped working a while ago I dont even know when I need to cover the bathroom mirror. I try not to look, but my eyes keep finding my face. Its so weird and annoying all at once that even when Im so hungry I still feel so picky about what I could eat. Maybe just a quick peek. Ill try not to breathe so I wont smell anything. Whenever I used to think about running away, not having money stopped me. Now its these things out there that stop me from running away. I cant believe this! The body is gone-its not under my bed anymore. I can smell it but where is it? I mean, where did he go? All the doors are still locked . . . not that that means anything. Hes got a key too. I dont think I have slept in days. The closet. I know it- hes in there. I smell it. Him. He smells . . . this is just so not fair. He smells so . . . its so strong. I feel so much better. My arm doesnt hurt anymore. It looks bad, but no pain. And my brother . . . he just smells so, so . . . . . . DELICIOUS!
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 17:24:43 +0000
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