ColourA Story by East of EdenStory.F**k where am I going with my life. Four years of making coffee in Starbucks for cheeky arseholes. I'm studying Journalism even though I know I don't want to be a journalist. My relationship is a joke. This is a low point. My television buzzes to life by itself the fuzzy channel
My stomach sinks. My eyes dart around the room: Wretched rasping a creature in pain in my cupboard
What is in my cupboard. What is trying to scare me. I moan weakly. I can't handle this. I don't like this. I can't handle this. A tear leaks out of my eye. I sit up in bed.
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