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A chuckle lets loose It fills up all the air and space It’s a man

"Who are you?" I wonder for a second if he’s real I could be so hungry that I’

"E name"

It’s the man who chasedto myself and turn my face away from where he is

"What do you know about your life before E my full na I know you aren’t E indeed" His voice is harsh and cruel

A loud bang breaks the quiet of my harsh breaths and his soft chuckles

The door opens

The bright-white light is there

I see soap of the door and the fraed byheavily I cover aps betweenbreaths They draw closer for a second They’re right in front of aze and trerabs id head to face hiht behind hiirl I’d hate for you to not be pretty any back up

His footsteps slap back across the floor

I hear a scratching sound A hand shoves a tray of so in as he leaves the rooain

I don’t wait The smell of the food invades my space I scraely There are no utensils No napkins I lift the ser one It’s a hot dinner Maybe a TV dinner I lick froht of it ravy It’s divine and salty

I don’t think I revert toLike before Mashed potatoes and gravy I get a piece of rizzled meat and choke a bit when I s before I’ but I force it down I force it all down Mushy peas andleft

I reach out into the dark for the drink I swear I saw I knock soulp back the liquid inside of it It’s stale and funny tasting, but it is a It’s fluid I finish the drink and realize what it was Iced tea Unsweetened iced tea I shiver from the flavor I place it back at the door and scramble back to the corner

I can’t help but wonder what it is all about?

Is it E for?

I sit there and wonder, ho he kneasn’t Emalyn Spicer No one but Emalyn andabout my life, before Emalyn Spicer

I close my eyes and try desperately to re but blue eyes peeking fro off blonde hair Everything else is shut down

I know I told them I was Emalyn Spicer I knoho she is, I knoho she isn’t as well I can see her face staring at me Her blank stare haunts me She is me

I’ve lived for her I had to I owed her that I reunshot I remember the debt but I don’t reh It’s hysterical and des It’s the kind of laugh I have never had I laugh harder Tears form in my eyes They don’t come out They never come out I won’t even cry for ain I’m starved and sick The sfroavea tray, but when I reach it I discover the food is in a bowl My hands are filthy I can’t eat with the it but the food is thick It won’t coreasy, stringy hair back I eat fro would My nose rubs in the food It doesn’t sross Like it’s old and freezer burnt<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>