Tell Me Something Good

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She stood in the center of a seemingly endless, bright, white room. Dirty and wild. Mike wanted to call for her, but there was something around his neck and he couldn't scream. He blinked hard; she stands in front of him now. She's crying, begging him to speak - to do something. Both of her tattoos ooze black blood, tarnishing the pure white room they had stood in. She screamed and pleaded for Mike, but she wouldn't touch him. She wouldn't reach a hand out to just touch him. He blinked again and he was on the ground, starring at a large white light above him. His eyes wouldn't close. He tried with all of his strength to just blink, but nothing. He felt his eyes finally close and when he opened them again, he saw himself. He saw himself lifeless on the polished floor. He was dirty, too. Eleven sits far away, her whimpers echo through Mikes head. She rocks back and fourth holding her knees. All of a sudden, she pulls out a pair of scissors and begins to chop her hair off eradically. She sobs and floods of tears fall from her eyes. The room began to fill with salty water. Right before both of them had barley enough air to breath, Eleven let out a blood curling scream.

"Please come back to me Mike."

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;) SpookTheStoryteller