Chapter 28: Day 11

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Also announcement.

CONTEST!

Yes I know A CONTEST!

Any way.

I know a good many of you hate Ryan.

Well Ill be doing 3 chosen "Kill Ryan" people for a Kill Ryan scene at the end of this story.

So that means send in the type of way YOU would want to kill her.

How you want to be as a person.

And I will write a short little spiel about you killing her!

So enter.

Cuz you know you wanna.

On day 11 Mitchie shut down.

But it wasnt sleep.

Still on her floor exhausted just wanting sleep.

She was spots start to form in front of her eyes.

She closed her eyes.

She was going to sleep.

But why wasnt that sweet relief usually involved with sleep coming.

Just like a computer.

Her whole brain shut down.

And she didnt even know.

Was it temporary.

Or was she shutting down for good this time.

When you dont leave your own apartment for a week plus.

And no one visits.

Your neighbors get worried.

And that is exactly what happened with Mitchie.

Her neighbors had called the police.

To see what had happened to the infamously famous Mitchie Torres.

And walking into her apartment.

They scrunched up their faces.

It smelled like something had died.

When in fact.

Something was.

Surely but slowly.

And thats when they saw her.

On the floor.

Not even looking remotely human any more.

With a gray chalky color taking over her face.

Not even sure if she was even alive.

They still called in some help.

They were going to need a lot of it.

Strangely enough.

Mitchie was still alive.

Granted she was basically dead when she had been found.

But she was alive.

Granted her brain might as well be dead.

But she wasnt a vegtable.

She was just drugged up.

Finally getting some sleep.

Granted it was sleep that was forced upon her.

But it was sweet sleep nonetheless.

And she didnt even know it was happening.