8. Go Away.
*FOUR DAY'S LATER*
This morning I woke up feeling better than I did a few day's earlier. I had been cooped up in this quiet, dark room for five days and still, I felt like I needed more sleep. My stomach was on the verge of eating it's self and if I didn't eat now it probably would.
Since being laid up in bed for a few days. I haven't felt the will to eat. Even when I stared at my body through the mirror. Seeing myself looking like a walking corpse. I still didn't have an appetite. As I got up out of bed, my stomach in so much pain. All I could think about is food.
Then I remembered my family would always leave out a plate for me at my door. As I opened the door, there stood Marcus. I quickly slammed the door in face. This is just a silly dream. I'm probably still a sleep.
