![]() "Pick up your toothbrush, and stick it down your throat." "Can we talk about this in the morning?" I asked. 'I'll hit you, Lexi." Her face was stony. What's happening to me? What was she talking about? It leached out in inky puddles with thin tendrils of black snaking out in delicate feathery patterns. The darkness had begun to spread from my mouth and eyes. "What's happening to you?" she whispered. I realized a second too late that I'd missed my chance to grab it and smash it into the side of her head. At the sight of my face, she gasped, and the point of the fireplace poker she was holding wavered in her hands. "What's this all about, Kasey?" I asked, turning around. She followed, kicking the knife toward the end of the hallway and flipping on the bathroom light. The faster I indulged her, the faster it would be over with. "How long will this take?" I asked, setting the knife on the floor. ![]() ![]() "Drop it, Alexis."ĭrop it? Like I was a bad dog running around with a sock in my mouth. “As I went to stand up, I felt a tiny point of pressure on my back. ![]()
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