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Chapter Eleven and a Half- Waiting for the Storm
"We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying that what anyone else can inflict." –Jim Morrison
Patricia got up to her room and sat on her bed in darkness. She was so happy, the happiest she'd been in quite a while. If only tomorrow didn't come and ruin all of this. It wasn't going to be a good day, after all it never was. This was the day of the year that she hated the most.
If she could she would just sleep through it and not think about what it meant. She hated to think about it. She wanted to forget the day existed, but it did, and she was going to have to deal with this day for the rest of her life.
She looked over at the clock: "11:59". She lay down on her bed and enjoyed the last few moments of peace before the chaos that always happened on that day came. She lay waiting for turmoil to arrive and take her into its grasp, for today was the day. She lay waiting for the storm to come hoping that there would be enough room in the eye to not let it consume her completely.