Nightmares are Past Memories in Disguise (18)

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Burning
Rotting
Fire.

The stench of charred flesh filled my nose, my own skin wasn't much different. I couldn't M̶o̶v̶e̶ see anything. The black and bellowing smoke was only trumped by the ashy air and burning flames. Soot covered the once bloody floorboards, but even it couldn't hide the dull cuffs. It chained me, imprisoned me, to this hell. I cried, weeping out for someone to save me,

but nobody came.

Mother doesn't like crying.

(Hey guys! Sorry for not posting in basically forever. I needed time from the story to revive my emotions for it. I also had school for a bit and just no clue on where I wanted the plot to go. I had stuff written but it didn't fit with how I want the story to go. I've finally decided on the plot tho, so I think I can post this story again.)

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