It seemed different since the last time I went. I can tell these people weren't the kind innocent souls the claimed to be. Disguising themselves behind those masks turning themselves into there diplomas. There eyes wanting to cry for all the sins they had done, while there mouths yelled in silence like mine.
I was to sick to say anything, to week to eat, or do anything, I could even move what was happening to me? It couldn't be this monster couldn't control me. These sorrowful souls seemed to keep laughing at my pain. Suddenly in my dream the skull reappeared, he told me I was going to feel better, that everything was alright at least for a few moments, he started to laugh as I woke up.
I felt better, I could speak and eat, I was me again. But as soon as I told my mom the detectives were in my room asking me why. I hadn't done anything or so I thought.
I had to stop letting this fear control me it was time to accept something I physically did.
