XAshLeeXx

It's dark. My limbs ache My organs, inflamed I roll off the bed; onto the floor Crawling slow with ease to the bathroom My hands felt numb so it was a struggle to get to the sink I turn on the faucet. I cuff my hands underneath the water. My hands feel as if cold fire consumed them My fingertips turn blue My hands shake. My breathing becomes heavy and slow My hands shake. My head throbs I crawl back to my bed and sit on the edge of it. I sit for a few My mother knocks on the door With each damn knock it feels as if bricks are being slammed on my head I hold my head in agony and cringe She speaks softly You okay? I mutter