Atrophy - (n) to be reduced in size and therefore strength, or more generally, to become weaker.
Remember how our first impression of Matt was 'mints'?
It was fun, at first
An atmosphere of casualness
The Mansion had to have a library somewhere
(But nowhere did they have mints)
Yet all of a sudden
It turned for the worse
His ears tuned out the environment
In response to the shock of death
She was passion, pride, pushiness
He didn't appreciate it
He knew he could help
But she… wouldn't… let… him…
If it weren't for her, Shane might not have died
So he laid the blame in her hands
And wrote her name down for challenges beyond
Thrice he cast his vote, yet she survived each time
It became infuriating to see her face, her victorious smirk
Though he tried his best to help the group
They all still seemed to favour the temptress
When he volunteered but then stepped back
Rage was directed at him
He knew he had to step up
But the reckless move had cost him everything
With regret, and without enough time
He skimmed the note and placed the rosary in dark curls
He reread the note but by then, it was too late
A life had been lost as he didn't think things through
Was I doomed to fail from the start?
With this echoing in his hollowed heart
His hope for survival plummeted to the bottom of the sea
The others were furious
Only Tim had his back
So it broke his heart
As both were placed into the chamber of dolls
By this point, he considered life again
And muttering an apology, he let his mind work again
Focusing on survival, proving himself
And perhaps he might leave this cursed House alive
The vial filled with green
He wished he was right
But with poison burning through his veins
And a single doll just an inch off, out of eye's corner
He knew his mistakes would be his bane
316 words. I'm proud of myself. Still got 2 exams to go, as of writing. Maybe just 1 to go as of posting.
DATE OF WRITING: 13 Jan 2020 (1141-1207)
DATE OF POSTING: 14 Jan 2020 (1030)