Chapter 1
Acheros
For months I cried myself to sleep and screamed myself to wake up, there was no more relief in the dream because then there was no one to save me from myself, my thoughts and memories. I feel like I'm drowning, not in water, but in blood, the blood of my parents and sister, as their cold, lifeless bodies drag me down, not letting me breathe. I'm awake and I can't move, I'm paralyzed, lying in bed in nothing but my pants as I feel like the scars on my chest, the scars I gave myself in the hope that the agony in my life would go away with the feeling of pain, are burning hot. My lungs tighten and my heart beats faster, images of my family with a bullet hole between their eyes flood my mind and I can't do anything to stop it. I take the medicine from my bedside table but the pain doesn't leave me, I take two more pills and my mind starts to quiet down. Empty. I put on my daily mask of happiness that hides pain and suffering, get dressed and go to breakfast. I can't remember the last time I ate but I feel like it doesn't matter because all that I can think about is that Today is my 19th birthday, four years and one day since I came home from school, walked through the shattered doors and saw the bodies of my family lying on the once white carpet, now soaked in their blood, today is four years and one day since my life is over.
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Red Level
Teen Fictionthe Red Level, a sick project aimed to us to kill each other in the hope that one of us will survive. My father's perfect way to get rid of me.
