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My head flies over my pillow in a start. I can't hear what I know to be my raspy breaths, but I still need to breathe. Breathe, Ananka. One. Two. Three. Again. One. Two. Three. I don't want to go to sleep. I can't sleep. I won't sleep. Stay awak...

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XI

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by jkwaters2882

by jkwaters2882

                                    
                                              Empty. Everything is dark. So, so dark. I can't see. Where am I? Somebody help me. Please.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
I want to cry as a familiar voice fills my ears again.
"It's okay. Let me."
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I'm dripping wet in this void of nothingness. Is this death? Am I finally dead? Please...
"It's okay. Let me."
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
That's my mother. She's the one saying it. Over and over and over and over-
Those were her last words. How could I forget? How did I forget? Oh mum I miss you so, so, so, so much. Please help me.
"It's okay. Let me."
Silent tears fall down my face as I remember that horrid night once more. I think that was my beginning to madness. I am mad. I am insane. I am not okay.
I do what I always do in these situations; I scream.





I'm awake.