Behind Closed Doors

Its not that simple

I woke up.. Or should I say came back to 'reality'?.. Except I wasn't lying in my bed.. I was lying on a cold hard surface ,metal, I think just as I smell the 'air'.. But I look down and there is a wooden table under me.. What?.. I think to myself.. Then where is that smell coming from? Then I try to move I and notice two things, One; I feel something wet. And two; I can't move at all.. I'm chained and bleeding I think.. I try to kick my legs up in the air to move and all they did was stay where they were placed. At that moment I take in my surroundings.. I was in a small black room.. With one 1 foot window.. And outside the window was fire.. Everything that had just happened came rushing back to me.. I.. I.. I died.. I thought in absolute shock.. I was stabbed then shot.. But by who??.. And I move my head up as far as I can before seeing someone sitting in a rocking chair.. He looked oddly familiar.. Wait.. I thought.. This man.. It burned a hole in my soul.. To see my Dad sitting there.. With a grim grin plastered on his oiled stubbly face.. And in his hand was something shiny.. I look closer to notice it's a Butchers knife.. And it looked to be very well.. Um.. Used? It had blood all over it.. My mind made a connection.. My blood? I pat around try to feel where I was bleeding.. And like a person falling into a hole.. My hand fell into a hole in my stomach.. Where my organs were missing and all that there was.. Is pools of blood and bone.. My Dad must've seen the panic in my eyes.. Because he smiled and snapped his fingers.. And instantly I groaned in pain.. It was unbearable.. It felt like some one just took a rock and threw it into your stomach and then trying to grab it from the inside out.. I began to scream and cry.. I couldn't help myself it was just so incredible anyone could do this.. Especially to the man who brought them into the world.. I cried and begged him to stop.. And than he just snapped his fingers and made the pain even more intense.. Eventually I just closed my eyes as my limbs were being torn apart one by one.. And then my 'father' just chuckled. As he took a sewing needle and slowly weaved my arms to my legs.. Making sure the thread was made out of rusted metal wire. As each time the needle danced through me, the amount of skin he pierced grew drastically in size.. To the point where he was taking chunks out of my flesh.. When he was done with me.. He gave me a mirror. And my legs were where my arms should've been, and arms where my legs would be. But he found a way to make it much worse.. He stitched my fingers and toes together so my limbs were permanently out straight. I began to cry as I saw the fire dying down a bit outside Andre thoughts drifted into the night. I slowly awoke I was in no pain.. I felt better.. And I didn't want to look at myself but the curiosity was to great for my own perseverance.. And all my limbs were back on.. And there was no hole, no blood, no nothing.. Then I saw my Dad, and it all started over again.. The holes, the fingers, the limbs everything.. And this was the first time he spoke.. He said "Welcome to Hell"