the place I’ve come to fear the most..

Here it is.. you see.. our bedrooms are supposed to be the safest places for us.. I mean I could testify that my room is the sole witness to everything that I’ve gone through. It sorta been like my sanctuary.. my safe haven.. for the past 22 years of my life. If my walls could talk, it’d probably say ‘you’ve taken care so much of me.. writing me anything and painting me good’… you know when you’re tired and restless.. you just lie on your bed and everything just feels so right and know that you are in your safest place..

Anyways.. that all changed now.. last night.. I was about to charge my camera in my dresser.. coz it had an outlet.. saw this quite long thing with a diameter that’s about the size of my index finger just hanging in the outlet.. I opened the lights to see to see what it was.. much to my surprise it was a damned tiny snake.. I freaked out and shouted.. then my father came running with a knife and plastic bag.. but at the time he was about to take it.. it ran back to the outlets tiny opening.. im guessing if there’s a baby snake.. might be his big mama snake is just waiting back in there.. and after last night.. i slept at my parent’s bedroom to make myself feel comforted..

I mean.. how can I ever sleep in my bedroom again.. thinking that maybe a big giant snake could be sleeping beside me.. I don’t know when i will be able to sleep there again.. I just pray hard that I’ll get over this and maybe they’ve been there maybe for years already and they never harmed me.. maybe they won’t do me no damage after all.. or maybe they would.. I don’t know.. just pray for my family’s safety everynight..

It truly is the place I’ve come to fear the most..