tamaracorine
But tonight, we dance.
Alison threw up on the trash can, her stomach emptying of the small amount of food she had consumed over the last day. The action of throwing up only intensified her crying and she pushed the trash can away from herself, curling up again. A small cry left her throat as he screamed and hit the door. His mental state put her even more at risk.
She was losing control, and losing it quickly. Perhaps she had lost it the moment he locked her in this room, but it had taken her a few days to realise the reality of what was before her. She was going to die here, in this white room, with a stale turkey sandwich, a broken Monopoly board, and hair knotted together so much that it could turn to dreadlocks.
"Please get it over with..." she begged, loud enough that he would hear her. "Please just... end this... I can't... I can't do it..."
She was losing control, and losing it quickly. Perhaps she had lost it the moment he locked her in this room, but it had taken her a few days to realise the reality of what was before her. She was going to die here, in this white room, with a stale turkey sandwich, a broken Monopoly board, and hair knotted together so much that it could turn to dreadlocks.
"Please get it over with..." she begged, loud enough that he would hear her. "Please just... end this... I can't... I can't do it..."