He snapped awake, his breathing uneven. His mind was racing but all he could register was RUN. He needed to get away. These people would take him back. They would throw him back into the nightmare. "Nononono!!!! I'm not going back! You can't take me back!" He jumped up and faced the doors of the van. C'mon Miles. He thought. How do I fight back? He grabbed the sheet and held it ready. As soon as the door flew open he whipped the sheet out and caught the two men. He rammed through them and sprinted as fast as he could. The asphalt and city melted away to the nightmare he thought he escaped. The running of the men became snarling of many crazed asylum patients. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" He had done this before. The patients had thrown an all out attack in the medical wing. He remembered pushing cabinets and heavy things to block doors and crawling through vents to try to hide. He was tackled. The two men caught up with him and were now leading him by each arm. "No!!! I'm not a little pig! I'm not a little pig! IM NOT A LITTLE PIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Tears ran down his face and he held his camera in an iron grip. The two men looked at each other with worried faces.
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Reality Breach
TerrorInside the head of a man who'd seen deeds done beyond traumatizing, witness the the pseudo-ADD ramblings as glints off the shards and splinters of his former life bare light to the world. Did he really see something? Did he just snap? Or was there s...
