Why does it seem that the bad things happen to the ones that try the hardest? The ones who's soul purpose is to make sure things run as smoothly as possible to reduce headaches for the rest of the people around them? Often the harder you try the harder you fall. You crumble but who's there to help piece you back together?
There was a particularly odd smell coming from the upstairs bathroom. Was it really clogged again? It was such a rancid smell that it nearly convinced me there must be something dead within. I flicked on the lights and used my shirt to cover my nose. I could still smell it through my shirt. I felt incredibly nauseated. I wanted to curl over the toilet and spill my guts but at what cost?
I made my way to the tub and pulled back the curtain. I was drawn back in shock. There was so much black gunk inside I thought it to be mold. Upon closer inspection, it might be black paint or something similar. I went over across the hall to the bedroom my roommate lived in. I pounded on the door, beaconing a response. Silence.
"I don't know what the hell you put in the bathtub but it reeks," I shouted. I listen and heard nothing inside. I tried opening the door but it was locked from the inside. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Why must she be such trouble?
I started my way downstairs to gather cleaning supplies when my foot slipped on a damp wash cloth. I slipped and landed hard on my tailbone. I landed on a step that ended up dragging me downward, faster and faster. My feet before me had so slam hard into the wall to stop myself. They hit with such and incredible force that it felt as though they were broken.
I tried to stand but a sharp pain shot through every part of me, from my hands down to my knees. I couldn't support myself standing, so I toppled back down to the floor. I cried out in pain, calling out my roommate's name to come help me. Not a sound could be heard from upstairs.
From outside, I could hear the rain pounding against the roof. I hated to go out there but I needed to try driving myself to the hospital. I could still maneuver my hands and my feet, I was safe to drive, I figured.
I crawled my way outside and was met with a set a black feet. Squinting from the heavy fallen rain, I looked up to find and entire silhouette in 3-Dimentional form.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The silhouette stretched out a hand and helped me to my feet. The pain from my body had disappeared somehow. I looked to the shadow and could see a face popping through. My roommate?
"I guess this is a good time to explain," she started.
"Damn right you better explain," I demanded. "What the hell is going on here?"
"I belong to a secret society that only comes out in the storms of night," she explained. "What was in the tub upstairs was the skin I shed for the night. We hid amongst the land that no normal person wants to find themselves in. After all, who wants to be outside when it's raining at the dead of night?"
There was a particularly odd smell coming from the upstairs bathroom. Was it really clogged again? It was such a rancid smell that it nearly convinced me there must be something dead within. I flicked on the lights and used my shirt to cover my nose. I could still smell it through my shirt. I felt incredibly nauseated. I wanted to curl over the toilet and spill my guts but at what cost?
I made my way to the tub and pulled back the curtain. I was drawn back in shock. There was so much black gunk inside I thought it to be mold. Upon closer inspection, it might be black paint or something similar. I went over across the hall to the bedroom my roommate lived in. I pounded on the door, beaconing a response. Silence.
"I don't know what the hell you put in the bathtub but it reeks," I shouted. I listen and heard nothing inside. I tried opening the door but it was locked from the inside. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Why must she be such trouble?
I started my way downstairs to gather cleaning supplies when my foot slipped on a damp wash cloth. I slipped and landed hard on my tailbone. I landed on a step that ended up dragging me downward, faster and faster. My feet before me had so slam hard into the wall to stop myself. They hit with such and incredible force that it felt as though they were broken.
I tried to stand but a sharp pain shot through every part of me, from my hands down to my knees. I couldn't support myself standing, so I toppled back down to the floor. I cried out in pain, calling out my roommate's name to come help me. Not a sound could be heard from upstairs.
From outside, I could hear the rain pounding against the roof. I hated to go out there but I needed to try driving myself to the hospital. I could still maneuver my hands and my feet, I was safe to drive, I figured.
I crawled my way outside and was met with a set a black feet. Squinting from the heavy fallen rain, I looked up to find and entire silhouette in 3-Dimentional form.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The silhouette stretched out a hand and helped me to my feet. The pain from my body had disappeared somehow. I looked to the shadow and could see a face popping through. My roommate?
"I guess this is a good time to explain," she started.
"Damn right you better explain," I demanded. "What the hell is going on here?"
"I belong to a secret society that only comes out in the storms of night," she explained. "What was in the tub upstairs was the skin I shed for the night. We hid amongst the land that no normal person wants to find themselves in. After all, who wants to be outside when it's raining at the dead of night?"
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