I woke up.
I woke up?? I immediately started to struggle, but stopped when I cried out in pain. Everything hurt. Memories of before I passed out came hurling back.
I could feel the dried blood from my wounds sticking to my skin.
Thing One and Thing Two's teethmarks were covering my arms, while the cat's clawmarks were everywhere.
I felt absolutely dirty. I don't know how long I've been here, but there is enough dirt and blood on my skin to make me want to bathe until every piece of my skin falls off.
I started screaming. I couldn't help it. Death would be better than suffering here. At this point I was going into hysterics. Tears were rushing down my face, stinging the cuts on my face.
"Help me, help me, help me..." I couldn't speak anymore. I just wanted someone human to hear my cries.
I knew I would be mess by now. I wanted my mom, my dad, and my brother. Zach... Oh Zach... As I thought of what his fate might have been I cried out.
At least death would be better than this.
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The truth behind Dr. Seuss... The real Cat in the Hat.
HorrorThe story you are about to read is dangerously true. The cat in the hat is always portrayed as a happy cat man trying to brighten childrens day by cheering them up when they are left at home alone. The truth is entirely different. The cat in the hat...
