stolen

Who?... No

This woman she had black hair. Her body was so familiar. This person was someone I had known. She looks at me caring. I crawl onto my knees and try to speak. All of the words stuck in my throat. "Mom?" Is the only thing that came out. I knew that I was wrong but I wanted to believe myself. It was easy to see what I wanted, but harder to believe it. Everything is so calm. Her eyes are a bright beautiful blue that glistens with the hint of tears. The temperature of the room seems to drop and I see something behind her. From where I am it is just a dark shadow. It reaches down. She looks at her shoulder and back at me as she waves innocently. The thing pulls her back like it's upset about something.Her screams echo and her warm smile is gone. Her face begins do something that seems like melting. Her eyes are now black and blood begins to rush from them. Images flash in front of my eyes; memories of my mother. Her smile when I got off of the bus in grade school. And her expression of pure fear when she saw my hoodie that day. 

I reach out as if I can grab her hand. My arm drops and tears holding my fear run down my cheeks. She was gone. She was dead. It was my fault. It was all my fault. I murdered her. 

I don't want to relive my times with my mother. All it will do is pain me. 

I hear someone walk up behind me. A hand lays on my shoulder. 

"you did this to her. Is that how you saw it?" She laughs. Madi stood over me. That crooked smile that she had before had returned. 

"are you doing this? Are you making me remember these?" I ask. My voice cracks and shakes with every word.

"that isn't how it happened." She smiles wider "all I did was stab her in the chest a couple of times then I hit her in the head. Then I skinned her while she was suffering. While she was struggling to breath and coughing the blood that leaked into her lungs. It wasn't like you remember it at all. It was much, much, worse" She laughs again.

"how are you still here? Why are you here?"

Her eyes grow wide and the crazed look that she carries was more visible. "I'm glad you asked. See, you aren't dead quite yet. There was something that wasn't mentioned to you. You were a test subject. They found out you had MPD and wanted to know how we worked. They had to make sure that you wouldn't die. So right now you are being revived. You are reliving memories that I put there. These are the only memories that you will therefor have." Her way of thinking scares me.

"I... I can't stop you can I?"

"there is no way"

she is wrong. I know there is something that I can do. I just need to know how to do it. I can beg them for death. I might be able to get them to leave me alone. To get them to let me die. I close my eyes and speak. "let me die."

"What are you doing madison?"

"Let me die." I slowly pull myself back to reality. The pain rushes back to my body. I hear people talking around me "let me die, let me die" I cough and choke on blood between each word.

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Hey people, 

thanks for reading. I think I might end the book sooner than I originally planned. I hope you like what you have read before and I apologize for the SUPER late chapter. I am going to let you know the shoutout of the week. Drum roll please? SebbyTiger ! Amazing author and a very interesting mind. Go check her out! Once again thanks for reading!

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