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Alarice
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Thomas shook himself out of it, just in time as the clock in the bedroom and a few others spread around the cabin began to go off. "No, wait! I need to get my pills!" he yelled but in vain. He'd taken those pills every night at this time for as long as he could remember. His parents had been absolutely determined that he get into the habit of doing it and he had. He couldn't remember why he took those pills ... something about having a life threatening condition that was only kept in check by them.
He was barefoot and the sticks and rocks were poking into his feet. He bit his lip as he turned to obey but then he glanced back at the cabin. The intruder wasn't there ... He was safe to just go back and get it, wasn't it? His tongue felt heavy now and his head was throbbing. He could smell ... he could smell something, something he hadn't noticed before and couldn't really describe. His skin felt so itchy now! The clothes! He scratched at them and was trying to pull them off of him. They were so hot and restricting!
He was barefoot and the sticks and rocks were poking into his feet. He bit his lip as he turned to obey but then he glanced back at the cabin. The intruder wasn't there ... He was safe to just go back and get it, wasn't it? His tongue felt heavy now and his head was throbbing. He could smell ... he could smell something, something he hadn't noticed before and couldn't really describe. His skin felt so itchy now! The clothes! He scratched at them and was trying to pull them off of him. They were so hot and restricting!