The Mall (Evenstad Media Presents Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Perhaps because I'm in a situation very far separated from the average experience, now. The wound I sustained gathering food came back open. I'm not trained to handle those sorts of things. I make dolls and puppets and try to be a good person. I've never had to tend to anything more than a childhood scrape. I was lucky the first time, I thought. I wasn't bleeding, and I assumed I'd be okay. That was my first foolishness. Simply moving around the shop ripped it open again, and nothing I could do would stem the blood flowing from it. Now, as I type this, my fingers are tingling with oncoming numbness. My toes as well. It doesn't hurt, at this point, and I can be thankful for that. But I don't even have a needle and thread here to sew myself back up. No matter how badly I would do at it, I have to think it would be better than what I'm doing now. Lying here, bleeding to death. And now, I think there's no hope for myself. I will die here, and I will likely die soon. I won't take my own life.
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