I was awoken from my peaceful slumber by birds chirping as I lay comfortably in a bed, warm and cosy, unlike the usual solid floor. Distant muffled voices and echoed laughs could be heard, as well as the constant beeping of a machine to my left. I felt safe, so I opened my eyes.
I was sat in a brightly lit room on a white bed, white tiles covering every inch of flooring and picture frames hanging on white walls like canvasses awaiting art. I examined my hands and noticed I was clean of the blood and dirt; skin soft and unharmed.
I smiled to myself at the realization."Oh darling you're awake, how are you feeling?"
I turned my head slowly and sat on my right was my mother, having seemingly appeared out of thin air. Her eyes twinkled and hand touched my shoulder gently in a comforting manner.
"It's okay sweetheart. I'll always be here for you" I rested my head back on the pillow and shut my eyes with the corners of my mouth tugging upwards in a small smile.
"I'll always be here for you" the words repeated softly in my head as I drifted back to sleep.I gasped and jolted forward, the white walls being replaced by gray concrete, my heart sinking in the realization that the happiness was merely a dream. I still felt the sensation of my mother's hand on my shoulder and I placed my own hand where hers was in my dream, a singular tear falling from my eye.
I don't know how much longer I can take of this.
Then I heard it again, a deep voice booming from down the corridor and this time I didn't pray to be protected. I prayed to die.
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Splattered Paint - Dan Howell
FanfictionDarcy Thompson, kidnapped for four years. The painter, orphan, with memories haunting her from the back of her mind. But when she finally snaps, paint will splatter, hearts will be broken and a new life ruined. Can a young man and his friend with ma...