Worst Nightmares

What's Wrong?

Why could I see them? 

Everybody had their hands on there pockets, ready to call an ambulance, or probably more accurate, the nearest asylum. I was just the foolish child who saw things. who had imaginary friends.

Well these people may have been imaginary but they sure as hell were not my friends.

They said it was a psychotic episode. I didn't really see the little baby claw her way out of the woman's stomach. She didn't age four years before my eyes and get beat by her mother. I didn't free her soul and I absolutely did not curse myself to be haunted by the woman. They said none of that happened. I was just having a break down and they were gonna' get me help.

But I know the truth.

I know that the girl clawed out of her mother's stomach. She did age four years before my very eyes. She ran and i followed her straight to her mother's room, where she would then get beat and I would cut in, trying to save her from her inevitable death. 

I got in between the beautiful, innocent, little girl and her ugly, evil, mother. I saved the girl and freed her but that brought the wrath mom upon me. she faced me with her bulging, gory, torn apart stomach and her lifeless eyes. Her joints were all bent at awkward angles.  She came at me and scratched me with her claws as finger nails. The scratches burned and I screamed, bringing them running in, phones in hand.

Then the claws swept across my throat. A smile crept across my face and now my neck as i remembered I saved that girl. 

Sacrifices, sometimes, are necessary.