The black box went flying across
the room before it rebounded off the wall, falling into pieces on the cold
floor. The receiver had relinquished life- the earlier voice that had
reverberated through it had dropped. Suddenly it sounded as if a seashell had
been held next to my left ear. In my mind, a jumble of thoughts churned wildly.
Black dots started to conquer my blurring vision. I knew what was coming next
but I did not bother calling for help- nobody would be able heal my life now on
anyways. And then I sagged to the floor, my legs no longer being able to
support my weight.
Don’t you dare speak to me in
that tone!
*In the car right now!.. hairs down and the sun is beaming against the screen so
I cannot really see what I’m writing..simply typing.. ehmm.. my head’s a little
heavy..