บท 25: Aftershocks (Lola)

(Lola)

Beep…Beep…Beep. For the love of all things that are holy, what the hell is that constant beeping noise? And how the hell do I turn it off?

I attempt to move, intending to throw the bloody thing, whatever it might be, out the fucking window. But exhaustion weighed heavily on my limbs, and despite how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to make my body obey. It felt Like I had been asleep in a coffin for thousands of years; even my eyelids felt heavy as if crafted from lead rather than flesh and blood.

Reluctantly I give up as the seconds turn to minutes, and the minutes turn to hours. The beeping never failed to maintain its slow, steady ribbon, sleep was out of the question, and there was nothing else to do but endure its slow torcher.