Chapter 2: Nightmares

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Chapter 2:

I'm woken up by my own screams of terror.

Another nightmare to add to the count.

I roll onto my back and stare up at the concrete ceiling.

Tonight is one of the rare nights that the rooms in the asylum are silent. I silently thank the gods for this.

I stare at the ceiling and imagine I'm outside staring at the stars.

I imagine I feel wind brushing against my skin instead of the stiff dead air that surrounds me now.

I pretend I feel rain pricking my skin instead of the emptyness that engulfs me now.

My mind is suddenly pelted with memories that peirce through my brain. I let out a scream as It all rushes back.

My mothers face

My fathers hugs.

Mr. Whiskers my tabby cat purring

Friends

School

A normal life

All ripped from my grasp the day I saw my parents murdered.

When I first came to the asylum I cried for days, weeks maybe.

Over time the sadness faded.

Then the anger came and left.

The pain was the worst and the last to come.

Now I feel nothing.

I am hollow and broken.

I'm lost in a world that has given me no directions.

The memories stop all of the sudden and I'm left with only the sounds of my breathing to break the silence that is my life.

I feel tired now and with one last glance at the ceiling I adjust on my cot and slip into unconciousness.

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Screaming..

Screaming everywhere...

Who is screaming?

Snarls rip through the walls and I flinch at how loud it is.

There is no way I am hearing that. Im delusional.

A lone howl pierces through the room and I hear footsteps.

They are getting closer.

I curl up into a ball and tuck my head down. Whats happening?!

I hear gunshots and I scream.

I hate gunshots and all the pain they bring with them. My stomach lurches as the footsteps get closer and closer.

Then their is silence and the only thing I can hear is my own breath: Loud and uneven.

Then steel door that keeps me locked in my room is thrown open and light penetrates the room.

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