I turn on the bed, opening my eyes from yet another sleep, I can't tell how much I slept or how long because I don't even know where I kept my phone. The last time I woke up it was dark outside and I presumed it was midnight, I was hungry but my body was too weak to leave the bed so I just went back to sleep. Right now the only reason I forced my eyes open is because of hunger, yet I feel too weak to move my limbs more than necessary. And even if I leave the bed, how do I get myself to the kitchen, even if I get to the kitchen, what strength would sustain my body to prepare food? I sighed, deeply frustrated at my inability to be useful for myself, I don't even know what day it is and my parents would be super mad if they find out that I missed school for a day or two. Seeing my helple
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