PART 3 - i

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The darkness. It was all around me, choking me, smothering me. I was trying to fight it but my limbs were too weak. I had to see them, I had to see him. Luke, we were going to get married. I had the ring on my finger to prove it... It was like being trapped in one of those torture boxes you hear about. Where there’s no sound or light, and you so slowly go insane. Floating around in the dark. Unaware of which way is up or down, how long it’s been or going to be. Only your single voice, the one you imagine in your head. A distorted version of your own. Speaking, singing, telling your horrible things. Always there.

She never goes away. Sometimes I’d try and shout, tell her to let me free. But she would only laugh. Dance behind my eyelids as if taunting me, now I’ve stopped listening. Floating and staring into the dark becomes me. I think of before the darkness. A distant memory or even a dream. I dream of a man, who I met and fell in love with. A man who I planned to have children with, I imagine him talking to me. After this point all I ever hear are my own screams. Like the pain isn’t real but an illusion bad enough to make me want to wander further into the darkness, it feels safer there.

Something happened, what was it? In this moment in the dark. Was it a noise or my imagination? Maybe I wasn’t alone after all. I tried looking around in the darkness, shouting, but like always no sound dropped from my lips. Instead my body felt heavy, as if I was lying down instead of walking somewhere. I could feel something cold in the back of my hand, hearing a sound like mechanical breathing. I tried to open my eyes. They were so heavy!

Something magical happened… I woke up. 

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