It gets really worse.
Unable to bear it any longer,my knees buckle and I fall on the hardwood floor.My hands grip my sides,hoping to stop the sudden pain,but my attempts are futile.
My bones crack as I crouch down in agony.But I know I can't stay on the floor any longer.So despite my pain,I crawl slowly towards the fire place and remove the remaining ashes.The cracking of my ligaments resonate in my ears,evoking a melancholy melody.My body still aches with numbing anguish,my ribs begin to contract making repeated winces erupt from my mouth.Quickly,I head to clean the bucket and after trot to the treacherous stairs.
Exasperated,I lay on the lumpy bed in my tiny,cramped room.The pain in my body lessens a little however,the hurt is still immense.While, gazing at the white ceiling thoughts begin circulating through my pain oppressed mind.Meanwhile,the loud booming voice of Richard Dawson could be heard on the way to his study and it sends shivers down my spine.
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Anytime,I was alone with him,my life was constantly in jeopardy.Reluctantly,I sat up,said a word of prayer and head to the Devil