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Dec. 20th, 2004 11:21 pmBill is hungry but he wants to finish reading this chapter before he goes down. He looks around for anything he might have and smiles when he spots a chocolate bar and a cookie. These will do for now.
He doesn't really pay much attention to the cookie he's eating and, by the end of the page in the book, he's absentmindedly licking his fingers free of crumbs to keep them from falling on the bed.
A couple of pages later, his vision starts getting blurry and he squints at the page in front of him, until suddenly there's a sharp blinding pain in his head and it feels like his brain is exploding.
The book falls forgotten to the floor beside the bed and Bill curls up with his forehead pressed to his knees, eyes closed tightly, hands on his temples and squeezing his head as if trying to keep it from splitting in two.
He forces his eyes open and lets out a cry when there's a bright flash of light blinding him right before a series of highly vivid images invades his mind.
mocking laughter, cruel smiles, black robes, white faceless masks, pain, ohgod, so much pain, and he's going to die because he can't take it anymore
And as suddenly as it started, it all stops. No headache or flashes of memories or pain. Only him curled up on his bed in the room he's been living in for the past few weeks. The only signs that anything happened are his heavy breathing and the sweat soaking his shirt and plastering it to his body.
He doesn't really pay much attention to the cookie he's eating and, by the end of the page in the book, he's absentmindedly licking his fingers free of crumbs to keep them from falling on the bed.
A couple of pages later, his vision starts getting blurry and he squints at the page in front of him, until suddenly there's a sharp blinding pain in his head and it feels like his brain is exploding.
The book falls forgotten to the floor beside the bed and Bill curls up with his forehead pressed to his knees, eyes closed tightly, hands on his temples and squeezing his head as if trying to keep it from splitting in two.
He forces his eyes open and lets out a cry when there's a bright flash of light blinding him right before a series of highly vivid images invades his mind.
mocking laughter, cruel smiles, black robes, white faceless masks, pain, ohgod, so much pain, and he's going to die because he can't take it anymore
And as suddenly as it started, it all stops. No headache or flashes of memories or pain. Only him curled up on his bed in the room he's been living in for the past few weeks. The only signs that anything happened are his heavy breathing and the sweat soaking his shirt and plastering it to his body.
