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GOD she was so tired. All she WANTED to do was curl up in her big soft bed and sleep until she couldnât sleep anymore - but only NIGHTMARES came whenever she TRIED. So she had given up. Itâs been days now ... but it felt like WEEKS. The blonde wasnât sure how much longer she could last. The only comfort that Ronnie had was that they had ONLY been nightmares. No matter how scary or how REAL feeling they were, thatâs all they had been. She had convinced herself of that fact. But after waking up from another ACCIDENTAL nap just prior, the truth all fell into place.Â
For upon her FOREARM was a bruise. And a nasty one at that. In the shape of a HAND - as if she had been pulled around and YANKED from her spot. But it was much larger than her own hand, so she couldnât even ATTEMPT to explain this one away. All she knew was that she needed to get OUTÂ of her room. So for the first time in her life, Ronnie climbed out of her bedroom window and SNUCK out of the house. Where was she headed? She didnât know. Anywhere. Anywhere was BETTER than in there - as long as she was awake. And so she wandered the streets, with her arms HUGGING her torso as tears spilled down upon her cheeks. There was nobody around (or so she thought), she could be afforded this moment of weakness.



















