The entire time to the hospital my inner demon was trying to make me smile. I forced my mouth to stay shut and covered it with my hands. My eyes were soaked from my tears, and I probably had mascara running down my cheeks. My mind said to sleep, but I was scared of what would happened so I forced my eyes wide open and prayed we would get there soon. A tap on my shoulder made me jump as I turned and saw a reflexion of myself with a finger to my mouth and the paramedics eyes cut out of the sockets.
I screamed till my eyes couldn't stay opened. Guess the paramedics give me a drug to make me go into a slumber. With one more blink, I was in a heavy, deep sleep. Not before I noticed my hand move with swiftness, and all I could hear was screaming.
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I woke up on the grass next to the highway. What happened? I thought to myself as I checked my surroundings.
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War Against the Soul
HorrorLondon bridge is falling down, falling down, falling . London bridge is falling down, my fair lady. Wipe your eyes and go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep. Wipe your eyes and go to sleep, my child of innocence. Cut a smile upon your face, upon you...
