Chapter 4~ My thoughts are Locked.

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Dan's P.O.V

The people think I'm stupid. I'm not stupid, it's just the words I want to say don't come out because they're trapped inside of me. They think I can't remember anything. Well I remember. Somethings anyway. I don't remember who I am or what I do or who that cute guy with the jeans was but I know that I'm not very well and that I'm young. I know I'm a guy as I have a penis but, I don't know how to use it. I know that I have dark aesthetics but I don't know what my room looks like. I don't know if I live in London or if I've travelled the world or seen things that nobody has ever seen or done things that aren't expected of me. I don't know if I actually exist or if this is all inside of my head. I'm tired but apparently I've slept for days. Something has rung from the table but I don't know what it is. What is the internet?  I wonder what that guy was called? I wonder if I have a brother or sister? I wonder what my partner looks like and whether they're a girl or a boy? I wonder if I do have a partner? I wonder who all these people are. They keep telling me I'm fine. I know I'm fine don't keep getting more and more people to tell me! Why are all these people here? Oh look a little girl. I want to wave. How do you wave? Oh god I'm messed up.How have I been messed up though? Ow!! My head hurts. what's on my leg and why is it on the thing hanging from the sky? Why am I wrapped in toilet paper?  I wonder where that cute jeany guy went. I hope he come's back; he smelt nice!

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