"WHATS THE ONE THING YOU FEAR?"
A dark hallway with blood smeared all over the walls, a person with a rope hanged around their neck in the middle of the room, the lights were dimmed and the curtains were closed shut—crying was heard—the persons arm full on cut marks that looked new, distant laughing being heard-as the blood slowly goes down to the fingers slowly and slowly dripping to the ground—a CHILD deprived from a childhood, a MAN turned into an monster. The walls smeared with blood—blood dripping down the wall.
"A SCENE WITH NO RIGHT OR WRONG ANSWER."
A small old fashioned TV with an antenna on top of it in the middle of the room, the lights were off— the room had an unsettling atmosphere.The room as small, it seemed like the walls were going to close in at anytime like you were going to be squished like a bug, like how your arms will be twisted and deformed and squished with your body till you are nothing but a flat surface. The TV was on providing a small light only around it..The TV had text on it—
"YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF"
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"YOUR FACE FULL OF REGRET"
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"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM"
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"IT'S YOUR FAULT"
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"YOU WERE A CHILD"
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"YOU'RE PATHETIC"
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"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN USELESS CHILD"
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"YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING"
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"YOU DID THIS"
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"HE WAS IN PAIN"
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"WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP HIM"
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"YOU SHOULD JUST DIE"
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"WHY DID YOU LIE"
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"WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN"
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"YOUR MOUTH SHOULD JUST BE SEWED SHUT"
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"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO SPEAK"
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"YOU'RE A LONELY PATHETIC CHILD"
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"WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST DO BETTER"
The TV turned off as there was no light no sound—no laughter, no crying, no screaming, no talking. Just darkness-not a word not a squeak, not a chirp. There was nothing, just darkness like lying down in bed as your mind swirls on how you could've been a beater person.
"DO YOU REMEMBER?"
A person jolted awakes in an hospital bed as they sit up on the bed holding their head as they started to breathe heavily-like they couldn't breathe it felt like drowning in an ocean as you just keep descending into the depths of the ocean—no one even helping you just watching as you drown and drown.
The person was still holding their head as their eyes were wide open as if bloodshot as their gaze went everywhere to the walls to the ground to the ceiling—the person grips onto the center of their shirt as their heart was pacing fast like it couldn't be stopped it felt like the sharp pain in their heart as they kept breathing heavily, their heart pounding and pacing—It hurts..is all they could think..
CREAK
An older male comes running to their side—the male was wearing an white jacket, a black shirt under it with white pants that weren't two big or two small as the older male had black hair that was short with bangs. The person in the hospital bed kept breathing heavily as the pain only increased-gripping onto the center of their shirt—Help me..— as the person then passed out suddenly.
SMILE
"YOU'RE PITIFUL TOO LOOK AT"
I fear death
[It hurts to be alone, it hurts to be left out..but lying to yourself hurts more than anything
Bye..]
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THE PATIENT of HELL
Horror[If you can't handle textual gore, don't read it..I will pay for your therapy after this] "All I wanted was to leave.." "Please stop..I'm begging.." "It's always my fault, isn't it.." "If I didn't come here..maybe this would happen.." "All I had to...
