Revenge Won't Matter to Me

My room is my small library but has a clock, a bed, a mirror and a wardrobe. I started reading the book pages, one after another and I can't stop myself. When I try to stop, I find myself reading even more. I asked my mom to make me a cup of coffee. One hour later, I'm asking for another one and another one and another. The bizarre thing is that once I'm finished with a page and start reading the following one, I keep forgetting what I've read in the previous page. I was struggling to...
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My room is my small library but has a clock, a bed, a mirror and a wardrobe. I started reading the book pages, one after another and I can't stop myself. When I try to stop, I find myself reading even more. I asked my mom to make me a cup of coffee. One hour later, I'm asking for another one and another one and another. The bizarre thing is that once I'm finished with a page and start reading the following one, I keep forgetting what I've read in the previous page. I was struggling to finish this book like I was trying to overcome cancer.My mom walked in and said softly:"James, get some sleep before you go to work"(night shift). I answered:" ok mom, I will sleep right away". I closed the book and got into bed. About twenty minutes passed and I couldn't sleep. I checked the time and the clock was frozen at sharp twelve p.m. I got up and headed to open the door. I can't open it. What's wrong??? Wait a second....It's probably my little brother just joking with me. I tried to open it again but I still couldn't. I started yelling: open the door!!! Is anybody there!!! Heeelp!!! Nobody is answering me... where is mom? Where is my brother? What have I done? I recalled what the owner