Well with that new knowledge, I'm lost. Well that is certainly a pleasure. What a shame no one ate him for Thanksgiving. I didn't do anything but please others.
Lucky for you most of the seniors are the ones causing ruckus. You can take over Westbrook and become 'Queen Bee'. Your dreams can be fulfilled. How touching. Suppose now I have to send back the shirts. I'll remember to get you two coffees tomorrow.
It's rather out of our silent agreement but I need your definition of night terror.
I ignore Xavier and my relationship is improving with Nadeera.
Describe your relationship with them.
Xavier is those type of dads who want to always be with you and it's overbearing. We are both hard headed so we tend to argue a lot which causes friction in the house. I always ignore him because I'd rather not deal with that.
Nadeera is quiet and soft spoken. We never spoke to each other as much as normal mother-son relationships but after her accident we talk more. I think it's because she only remembers me from when I was five.
What would you change about them if you could change one thing?
Nothing. If I change them, then I would change and I don't want to.
What's one thing you would keep the same?
Everything.
What is their current status?
Married.
Do you have any siblings?
No.
If not, would you like some?
Hell no.
Who is your closest family member?
I'm not close to any of my family members. I rarely see them and when I do I leave. They're all annoying and self-centered.
Why are they closest to you?
Ignoring.
What is the biggest worry you have regarding your family?
"Every once in a while, the darkness was too much.
It had been quite some time since I had woken up in the middle
of the night and into an abyss of terror.
But here I was. ... I couldn't soothe myself. ...
But if that person has been accessible to me,
I wouldn't have been in the state I was in to begin with."
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The sudden sound of his mom screaming woke Daniel up from slumber. He tried to grab the basketball shorts that he was wearing before he went to rest, instead his hands were shaking as well as his body. She screamed again but this time there was something in the scream that sent chills down his spine, only motivating him to quickly stick each leg through the hole. Running to his door, he fumbled with the doorknob trying to open it but his shaking and constant twisting made it impossible. He thought of what was going on in the room next to his and how his mom was holding up, but soon his thoughts went darker thinking of his mom’s last scream before death. It was motivation for Daniel to breathe and open the door slowly before making his way into his parents bedroom. It was a rule his father made as a child, never interrupt me and your mom. Ever.
Eleven-years-old and he could no longer take seeing the gloomy face that came from his mother for breakfast. Only eleven when he decided to fight back but when he opened the door he wasn’t prepared to see what he saw. His father’s hands were wrapped around his mothers neck, the life was begging to escape from her. Her hands were shuffling around the floor, trying to find anything to get him off of her. Daniel didn’t know what to do and stood there in shock, his heart dropped and his legs were going limp.
Suddenly his mom’s hands stopped moving around and his father turned around and looked at Daniel, “Fight back and look what will happen,” his dad got up and walked right past Daniel.
He stared at his mom’s body and slowly dragged his feet towards it, hoping she was catching her breath, but when he got to her body his mom’s eyes were wide open as well as her mouth. Daniel fell to the floor and looked at her. It was clear she was gone. He couldn’t cry.
Daniel woke up, his blanket clinging to his body due to his body sweating so much. He knew he was back at Westbrook but that was the only thing he could process, his brain was running wild. He couldn’t breathe anymore and his body was shaking and couldn’t bring himself to get out of the bed, his breaths were shortening and suddenly his vision was going blurry. He couldn’t scream for help, he can’t even control his body.
Right now, Daniel Arora was completely alone and no one could save him.
I believe it’s a little of both. I’m surprised you even know what’s going on, considering that you’ve been M.I.A. since our little ‘best friend’ conversation.
I'm leaning more on mental asylum and most of them are from Westerly. Very shocking. No one here knows how to shut their mouth. Are you disappointed since you have yet to receive a t-shirt?
You have no idea but something odd happened to me the night I got back from Thanksgiving break.
I don't know what you are talking about. I usually prefer to be vague about these things, but I am beginning to worry that we are in an asylum with the mentally unstable or in a very bad reality tv show.
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