{𝟑} 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 | 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙲.

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Ψ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐬𝐬 Ψ

𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, I swept up on shore as I crawled onto the sand soaked by water. It crunched beneath my hands and knees. I was wet, I allowed myself to be like this at the moment...

And at that moment I had begun to cry, thinking about everything, rocking back and forth in my place as I felt a panic attack coming along. My heart began to beat faster as I tried to control my breathing.

But here there was no Luke...no Clarisse...no Damien...no Sebastian...no Chris...no mom...I was all alone.

Was I destined for loneliness? Is this what my world has come to? I cried to myself holding my legs to my chest as I sobbed holding my face as I looked into the water, no one was around me. I got up from my ass and kicked the water.

"Is this what you wanted!? Is this what you wanted!? Oh, my fucking god, do you not understand how much I want to kill you!? How much I want to kill myself!?" I cried out and fell into the sand by tripping over my feet.

I cried and heaved sobs as I gripped the sand into my fists as I held my head hearing those voices once again...

I shook my head and sobbed to myself "don't... no...not again. I'm okay." I cried out and my whole body began to shake with desperation and pleading.

At that moment...I passed out, and was sent to where only at my worst it would take me back...

There I looked outside a window, fresh tears in my eyes looking far out seeing the busy buildings of New York. I wanted to go back but the fenced-up window that almost felt like a jail cell didn't let me.

I saw a Pegasus across the building looking around as its eyes found my way and I smiled waving at it.

It began to fly off with its wings and I smiled...it was as free as a bird. I wanted to feel that...to be free.

At that moment I was sitting there all alone when a nurse came in and I backed away as she smiled, "there's nothing to be scared of." She would tell me.

"I don't...I don't want to do it again please..." I begged as she spoke with her soft voice, "it's to help you. It's okay..."

I cried out "get away from me!" I saw other men come in as I screamed trying to push them off, their hands on my arms as I tugged and fought for my life, "get away! Get away! My mom! I want my mom!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Blood curdling, spine shivering screams left my mouth as the women went from soft spoken to annoyed and upset.

"You will only see your mother again if you comply with us!" She spat at me.

"Fine! They're not real! Nothing's real! I don't see them anymore! I made it up! There are no such thing as flying horses, now get off me!" But I wasn't crazy...I just wanted to go home...

At that moment I gasped feeling her stick a syringe into my arm as I screamed but it started to tire my muscles quickly. I stopped fighting and my body began to feel heavier.

I stopped fighting and began to calm down. She smiled and began taking me away.

As we walked across other rooms with various people with true mental stress, I was here because of some girls who told on me...and called me a bully.

And their words and lies...well technically they weren't all lies had made people think I went mad...

I was sitting down in a chair; electroshock therapy does work...it's meant to help people with true mental disorders.