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Pure Horror

I'm sitting in my bed with a knife. Static is blasting through the speakers of my phone and radio. I'm tired, drunk, and bored. I'm thinking about how death is different from life. Then I wonder what death feels like, and like that, my eyes shut after three swift slices from the knife.

I wake up in a hospital bed. The walls are painted yellow. I'm no longer drunk or tired. I also don't have my knife. I sit up. My back is sore. I feel my head, then neck, noticing bumps across my neck. I look at my wrists. I have stitches holding my hand to my arm. I pick up a hand-held mirror on a table next to my bed and look at myself. I have stitches holding my head on my neck. I close my eyes, wanting to sleep again.

I wake up in a coffin. My body is stiff and cold. I can hear the sobs of my family and friends. I try to speak, say that I didn't want this, but I can't speak. My lips are sewn together. I try to move, but can't. Then, my soul escapes my body. I try to get back in it, but I can't. It's like there's a wall in front of my body. I cry, realizing that it shouldn't have gone this far. I cry for Abby, who's lost her piece of mind. I cry for my parents, who've lost their only son. I cry for Andrew, who will never see his brother again. I cry for myself, realizing the mistake I've made.

I wake up in a cold sweat from my bed. It's 7:42 am, Eastern Standard Time. I pick up my phone, open Wattpad, and start writing.

Nick's Note:
Don't worry. This story is real. This was a real dream that really happened. It scared the shit out of me. That's why I've decided to monitor my drinking intake. Did I mention I'm an alcoholic? I really got to start saying these things.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this little short story and I will talk to you all in the next part.
~Nick the Ringmaster