I feel as if i've regained some part of myself. Like i've found some part i've previously been missing. But the thing is, I don't know where I am and if I am still in that Hell dimension. My eyelids are ripped apart and I can see something apart from eternal darkness. Shining marble with small circular lights that burn into my eyes. I quickly scrunch them up to stop myself going blind. Strong smells of tainted fruit flavors and poorly made food that make me want to gag fill the air of this stuffy room. I hear coughing and spluttering, many feet pounding on the ground, and the most horrifying screams, belonging to a small child. My breathing quickens as the gasps for air become shorter and shorter. I know where I am, theres no denying it, i just cant bring myself to believe it. There's only one place i've ever been has an atmosphere like this; I'm in the hospital. Again.
This is the most amazing and horrible fact. I could've been dead right now, but I survived. But then again, being trapped in this hospital isn't exactly the greatest contrast. And, despite probably one of the best in the world, this hospital seems like a haunted cemetery. It is definitely haunted, there's no doubt about that, infact I heard a poor child die a few minutes ago. That's definitely the worst part about this place, witnessing people die and not being able to help them. The screams of agony because of the diseases infecting innocent people ricochet around the halls, making the only way to survive insanity being, dead. And as I'm still here, every time they're getting tortured, so am I.
Ugh, I'm having deep thoughts again. It's like I've never left this place, and you can see the result.
It's driving me insane.
But so is she.
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It's now 7pm and I'm currently exploring the hotel until the other return from their concert. After 3 endless days consisting of sleeping and staring at the ceiling, the doctor let me free. No exaggeration, I'm literally free. Entitled to my own lifestyle, friends and opinions, I'm a freeee woman. Speaking of opinions, why let's go share some of them now.
On my way to the reception, a gold and red door swings open as people come flooding out. So I lay there, rubbing my temple and waiting for the crowd to thin down.
"They were amazing! Natural comedians," the teenage girl, who just smashed the door into my head, squeals. "I know right! Joe had me crying for gods sake!" Her friend giggles. Before I can question them, they flea and are lost in the crowd mainly consisting of giggling fangirls and boys. Looks like they were hosting the concert, and in the hotel's theatre aswell. Nice to know I'm completely involved and have all the knowledge of what the flip is going on here.
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