I lay on my bed and look up. Hideous, purely disgusting face is looking down at me. Its whole face is like covered in tar, dripping down on my face and pillow. Its eyes are open, no irises, only white balls of eyes. It has no teeth but a long, cut in half tongue, like a snake. It blinks and its eyelids are on the sides. I can feel the saliva/tar, I don't know what, on my face. I sit up at my bed. Turns out it's not mine at all. I'm sitting alone in a ginormous, metal-stone corridor, like in some kind of catacombs or a magazine. I can see wires crawling through the walls everywhere. Few lamps, located meters apart are blinking, but it's mostly dark in here. The ceiling is a huge, metal dome and the walls are pure, cracked, dirty stone. The floor as well. Corridor looks like it has no beginning nor an end. There are no windows, I can't see any doors. The smell tells me that I'm underground. I get up from the bed and touch the cold, stone floor with my bare feet. I'm dressed only in a hospital shirt. I turn around to look at the creature that is still looking at me. It's 3 meters tall, its head is 5 times bigger than its body. The body is in fact like a sticks man. Whole covered in tar-like liquid. The creature is still looking at me as I head forward to have a look around this place. My legs are not shaking. Neither my hands. I have to fix my hair couple of times because they get into my eyes. I can hear wet steps behind me and I feel warm breath above my head. From time to time I am gifted with a drop of tar on my arms or head. I found myself a companion I guess. I'm walking through the corridor and I finally find some door. Metal, heavy door, very hard to open. When they finally let it go I enter the low-ceiling room. It's green in here, the lamps shine with green light. I can see a cable attached to the opposite walls at the ceiling. I can see cut of hands and legs hanging from it. Disgusting view. And then I hear a quiet sobbing. I see a little boy, he must be around 10, sitting in the corner of the small room. He covers his knees with his arms and has hidden his head. When he hears me approaching him he raises his head.
,,They keep cutting my hands and legs and they can't stop growing up again." He says crying out loud. He must be some kind of lizard.
,,And it hurts. Tell them to stop." He bursts into even greater agony and suddenly a spark goes through my brain. Like some wires finally touched. Like someone turned on the engine.
Anger.
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THE DREAM CATCHER
Детектив / ТриллерA BOY WHO ALWAYS FELT AND WANTS TO STOP FEELING. A GIRL WHO NEVER FELT AND WANTS TK START FEELING. ~ For everyone, who thought they shouldn't feel. ,,If I could I would spend my whole life in a dream."
