Can't Go To Work
December 31st 2011 07:22
Deter drove as he forgot about where he lived. He crossed his brow as he glared at the road. His heart pumped a mile a minute, and all he could say was that he needed to work. However alone the road stretch his legs became sore, and his eyes began to see too many lights. He narrowly swerved a hit, and then he parked at the side of the road. He panted as sweat raced down his body. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He knew nothing, only that he would die if he drove a moment more.
“I can't do it;” Deter muttered as he felt his heartbeat pump fast.
Deter placed a hand onto his chest. He then closed his eyes and groaned as he thought of all the lectures he had put up with. Deter began to wipe the sweat off his brow with a sleeve. He then sighed as he closed his eyes to sleep. He couldn't do it. He needed to rest. It was crucial to his survival.
“So what now?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes, and then took his arms away in order to be able to see the blank outside. “What now?” he questioned. “The world is made of money;” he muttered. “I can't even make it to the store;” he said as he narrowed his eyes. “It's illness;” he muttered before he coughed and then let the seat down. “I need to think;” he muttered before he locked his doors, and leaned back in order to take a rest that he would use to figure out his life.
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