...."Get the ******** out of me" I grumbled as I noticed what was going on. I was taking to much, overdosing if you want to call it that. I wasn't on the verge of hurling chunks. I was just believing there was a little heart man inside my rib cage prying to get out, scratching and biting his way through my bones. When in reality it was just me digging my nails into my skin from the side effects of eating to many morphine's.

So I decided to pop more, just a few I thought, "I won't feel a ******** thing". I swallowed 2 Ambien, a sleep hypnotic. Within 20 minutes I felt like my body was morphing into creatures and I was beginning to see the truth, the fear.

Around this point where I slipped on my mothers old brides maid dress I felt the urge to vomit, so I ran. I ran and I ran as if I was chasing that ******** rabbit to its hole. I puked chunks for 30 minutes, but I found what I was looking for.






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