Tommy James- Crimson and Clover
I haven't slept in over four days. My eyes feel like I'm rubbing sand in them. When I try to eat, it makes me throw up. This thing inside of me is trying to weaken me in order to take full possession. It's not going to happen. I refuse for this to happen. I can take the headaches from the lack of sleep and hunger. I can take the dizziness. I know it won't let me die. It can't.
"You need some serious sleep," my dad placed a cup of coffee in front of me. This is the only thing this demon lets me drink. "I have good news. I found a house,"
"Wow, can I see?" I asked going around the kitchen island as he pulled his cellphone out.
"Yeah, I actually have to go so I will forward it to you. I cannot stress this anymore, Baby. Get some f*****g s
