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A story titled 'Alone'
Alone.
The sound of the clock was deafening, the only noise in my house. It wasn't a home, bare and empty and lacking all the joy that made a house a home.
In my bed, cold and motionless, I lay staring at the wall. The wallpaper was dark and faded, covered in dirt and marks from years of neglect.
Outside, the wind was screaming. The rain was pounding. The thunder was threatening. The grim wheather only fuled my depression, encouraging me to lie in bed until the degrading void consumed me.
As I lie there, my thoughts as wild as the storm outside, my bed dragged me deeper. It was so agonizingly slow I didn't notice until my arm was fused within the depths of the matress. My leg, my face, my feet. The matress was sucking me in, and I let it.
As my face sunk, there was a small smile.
I'd never be alone now. They were bound to me, to my soul.