by Julius Albert Custodio

Created on: February 12, 2011

Because of her, I can't go to the bathroom and pee. It may sound funny to you people, but really, it's not.

It's 4 in the morning again. I always wake up around this hour with my bladder about to burst. Every time I do, she's always there, sitting by her lonesome, on the foot of my bed. With her back turned away from me, all I see is flowing black hair.

I remember so vividly the first time I saw that haunting figure. Before she can turn around, I've already hidden myself under the covers.(Did she even turn around? I'm not so sure now.)

So there she was. Just sitting there, motionless, like always. I cannot move, like always. My heart still beats like a drum.

I close my eyes for a moment wishing fervently that she'll be gone. Nope, still there.

OK, I need to get over this. I have to pee right now. "Here goes nothing."

Taking a deep breath, I scurried off the bed and ran towards the door.

"Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around."

Before I can reach it, a cold, clammy hand gripped my wrist. Oh dear lord.

I looked down.

I've already peed my pants.

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