[ WP ] Write something meaningless , which sounds meaningful .

I still remember it. The feeling of dread, that knot in the pit of your stomach. I remember when I was younger reading all of these times characters say `` you wait to wake up'' when something bad happens, and I never believed it. But I know how true it is now. This has to be a nightmare. *It has to be*. 
 
 Its difficult to describe. When something like this happens, you do n't remember it as a whole, like a scene in a movie. You remember different senses separately. 
 
 Sound. The sound is what got me, the sickening *squish*, and the screaming. I remember someone yelling that they were burned and another to say to get some ice. 
 
 Smell. The smell was sickening. A smell you want to taste, *need* to taste. But you know you ca n't. Are you screwed up for considering eating if it is still possible? I ask myself this question often. I wanted to taste, *tried* to taste it. I remember the shame after I seriously considered it. And the yelling. The screams of `` Gross'' and `` Disgusting'' being tossed around. *The Shame*. 
 
 Sight. Red. Red everywhere. Splashes of it along the cabinets in my kitchen. The impact had n't been forceful enough to spray the upper area of the cabinet, but the lower area had a good amount sprayed along the bottom. It was hot. And sticky. 
 
 And the anger. The anger at myself. The Anger at everyone. 
 
 I never thought I would drop those hot pockets, but when I screamed and my mother jumped backwards from being afraid of my yelling and stepped on them, it was a different kind of pain. A *red* pain.
