AmethystTempest

Your hands were stiff. They been like that ever since you woke up this morning. They achingly throbbed; moving caused them to pop. “Ugh, damn hands,” you said to yourself as you looked into your computer screen, seeing your pale face stare back at you. What’s wrong with me? I’ve been feeling awful the past few days now, its only getting worse and worse. You resigned to sit around the house all day, declining any sort of activity with a dismissive reply. You home alone on a summer night, like you have been for every one prior. Doing nothing and wasting breathing air like any typical teenager with no social life or goal