The Nightmare

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Chapter 3

The same untainted walls surrounded me once more. This time it was dark. Voices were ringing in my head from down the corridor. I crawled into the same corner as usual and pulled my knees up tightly to my chest. I shut my eyes tightly as the helpless sceams grew louder. This time it was a male. The door was slammed open and in was thrown a small built young male. My heart wrenched. I may be lonely here but never would I wish this solitary confinment on anybody else. His skeletal face was badly bruised, limbs were limp as he tried to fend off his attackers. Rage built up inside me, but fear consumed me more. There were three members of the clan, a large built man, stocky in stature and the henchman of the smaller man, dressed in a stripy suit who had more mouth than guts. The final member was a tall slim female, bossy in character who had too much of an ego. I opened my eyes to reveal the true wrath of his torture. The woman slyly looked at me. I stared at her menacingly. my eyes flitted back and forth between herself and the male. I felt my ears burn in rage as he was beaten. She winked at me playfully and turned back to watch the 'show'. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to save him. I stood up secretively leaning far back into the corner to avoid being within eyesight. I leant over to the bed and took a rusted pole that had detached itself through old age. Up to now, my dream had recurred the same, but maybe now I can progress further. Seeing the same horror over and over is painful. I took the pole in my left hand and began to creep forward. My hand gripped the tighter as i approached the female. I raised the pole level to my head and prepared to swing.

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