One stormy evening, James was already fast asleep, whilst the heavy raindrops outdoors were drumming against the old dilapidated window. He was tossing and turning, like every night.
He was in a forest. Olivia was there. Just as petite and sweet as the day he last saw her. He got closer. And closer. He held her hand. He just stared at her until suddenly, he felt the little hand slip away. So he held on tighter. But he couldn't hold onto her for long, as she started disappearing into the endless void. He held onto her, as she dissolved into air. James broke down screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming until he felt slim hands around his neck. Someone was choking him.
"DIE. DIE. DIE. YOU DESERVE TO DIE. IT WAS YOUR FAULT. YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER. YOU DIDN'T TRY HARD ENOUGH."
He gasped and gasped for air...
James bolted out of his bed into the corner of the room hands around his neck trying to desperately suck in the air. He was shaking, sitting in the cold corner as he put his hands around his legs and tried to breathe. IT WAS ALL A DREAM. IT WAS ALL A DREAM.
He spent the rest of the night right there, in the corner curled up on the dirty cold floor. Counting seconds, minutes, hours. Just so he could distract his mind.
He stopped counting when breakfast arrived. He wasn't even hungry. He was just glad for another distraction. Every day, he stared at the gooey porridge. Never touching it, never eating it, always just staring.
Until someone knocked on the big wooden door. A big person opened the door and in a low scary voice said: "You have visitors"
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Dance with the devil
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