Who am I? Or where am I? My arms and legs are limp. I don't even want to move anymore. I groggily move my legs and arms then put myself against the wall I got the closest to. I groan, each tiny movement I make hurting me, or like, pinching me. Like pins grabbing against my arms.
I turn, the feeling getting worse. Looking at the wall I see cute writing and blood stains. Like writing that is messy and something and insane person would write. My head hurts. Awfully. Am I injured? I also noticed I can't speak. It's weird.
I read the writing on the wall, in bold exotic colors and bold writing, 'i wanna go home' 'where is sister?' 'help e'.
I feel something trickling from my forehead. Touching it, I look at my hand.
blood.
i feel sick . i feel sick. i feel sick. i feel sick. i feel sick. i feel sick . ifeelsickifeelsickifeellsick
im bleeding help me.
I write on the walls, then passing out.
ns 15.158.61.8da2
