I lay curled up upon my side on the bathroom floor, my hair pooling around my head as my lip quivers, tears of sorrow and spite trickle down my cheeks, God they must've been so red. I lay in agonizing emotional pain. Praying to a God that I wasn't even sure exists or not, asking for my mother back.
She's gone. And it's all your fault.
"what the hell do you want from me you son of a bitch?!" I let out a cry, clutching at my stomach. Knives. It felt as if knives were piercing my stomach violently, my eyes felt like weights, drooping down and closing shut. I felt violated, I felt drugged. Although no one was there. I gasp for the oxygen surrounding me as I regain consciousness. I glance around the room which lacked of color. I notice my limbs had been restrained, chained to the sides of the bed frame. I groan and struggle.
"Let me go, you fucking coward!"
Coward, am I?
"Yes, you are. Show yourself."
Darling, I can't do that. I'm sorry.
"Don't you call me that, you piece of disrespectful shit."
My vision blurred as the shooting pain in my stomach had returned, so I arched my back and let out a horrid shriek; clenching my fist as my lungs had tightened. Darkness consumes my vision; feeling paralyzed to my own surroundings. Colors take place in my vision once again, I quickly sit upright in my bed letting out a cry of horror and pain, sweat glazed my chest and forehead, my face hot, for my lungs were crushed by anxiety. I couldn't help but to panic, the dream felt so real, I couldn't believe I had been asleep.
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The Girl Who Heard Voices.
Teen FictionWhen Stella, is convinced that she's insane, her mothers death triggers her to live on her own. But when her childhood friend, Simone pops back into the picture, is she somehow allowing herself to slip back into her childlike tendencies and depend o...
