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The beeping hits your ears first slowly,then all at once as you open your eyes and are met with your messy bedroom. You lift your phone to your eyes and are met with the bright blinding light of your phone screen. It hits you with the light of a thousands suns and within the moment of the deep rays hitting the retinas of your eyes you toss it face down on the small gap of bed between you and the abyss known as the hardwood floor.  Its seven a.m and you promise yourself that you’ll spend only ten more minutes in bed,and this day like every other, you end up breaking that promise.                                                       &#

You wake up with a sore back and a bit of a headache as your alarm blares sounding off the start of another usual day. You slowly get up and rub your eyes, lazing around the house getting yourself ready for work.     The walk there is cold as the Sun is still slowly rising over the neighborhood houses.  You out your headphones in once again like you do every morning. Letting the music envelope you,slowly losing all sense of time and place. Before you know it the half and hour it takes to get to work flies by and you walk into all the sights and sound of your little job at the neighborhood drive in. “Morning Ri

Intro: The night was cold and windy,but calmer than most as spring started creeping into your little neighborhood right outside the city. On this night you found yourself walking home from yet another regular day at your job, the wind was blowing through your hair and the only thought in your mind was getting home and relaxing. Slowly you start picking up the pace as you feel the temperature drop and the cold air hit your cheeks. You quickly take your headphones out of your pocket and toss them into your ears,opening up your music app and hitting play. “this walk is gonna kill me..but at least I have tunes to zone out too.” you

    The next few days were quiet. Slenderman avoided you when possible, though he would pop in - unannounced, of course - on occasion to inspect your leg for any malformations. He wouldn't say a word to you, no matter how much you poked and prodded his mind. Other times, you fretted about your garden during each waking moment that your pain medication began to wear off, knowing that it was probably drying up in some slow and agonizing way. There were the rare moments that you left your bed, typically because you needed to relieve your stretching bladder. Luckily, you only drank water went you ate and medicated, so the frequency was low. Even