She screamed……and sat up in her bed, choking back a cry of fear and soaked with sweat.Almost immediately a wave of headache and nausea washed over...her, and she flopped back down on her back with a groan.‘Oh god, I’ll never play Resident Evil ever again… at least not while I’m drunk’, she thought to herself, trying to force her thoughts through the haze of agony in her head. ‘And why didn’t I at least drink some water before falling asleep? Oh right, because I was drunk. Figures.’Only now did. “Reading that damned article opened my eyes. I learned the hard way that I am responsible for my own happiness. There wasn’t a fact in that article that I didn’t learn through blood, sweat, and tears. I paid for that knowledge with my soul!. It’s too late to help me. I know everything in it.”“I’m sorry,” Dan said.Jimmy shook his head and said, “Don’t be sorry. I called Mr. Derkins last night. He’s sending out someone to take my shifts for me. I’m taking all of the kids in my whole family to. Soon, I was feeling real good. Then the talk turned to; too bad we didn't have Molly to play fetch with and let run. For some reason, I gave out a howl. Marcus looked at me and said: "Hey I got and idea. Us two can have a dog to play with." and they looked at me. I said: "Just what do you mean?" "Well," he said, "Why don't you get down and be the dog? You know, just for fun." he continued, "Get down on your hands and knees, and be our dog." He handed me another swig of inhibition reducer, and. The earliest I could remember me noticing her was when I was still in my teenage. Mom would wake me up very early and prepare some breakfast and then she would go back to the bed to get some more sleep. I would have the breakfast at the dining table and then continue on to my usual routine of getting ready for school.My sister’s room was the nearest to the dining table, and I would be aware of her still in the bed. Her door would be open as my mom would have opened it in an attempt to wake her.