I wake up and there's blood everywhere. I don't know where it came from until I look down at my body. Giant gashes and small slits cover my skin, only my face and hands are left without wounds. The strange thing is not that I'm covered in wounds for that happens every morning when I wake, the strange thing is that these wounds are in a sort of pattern.
"Do you like our artwork?"
"We did it just for you, you know."
"Oh honey, please like it."
"No, I love it. It's absolutely beautiful." I can't tell if I'm lying or not, I didn't even think about how I would answer, the words just fell out of my mouth.
"Oh good."
"Thank you, baby girl, we're so happy you like it."
"We'll talk later, ok darling?"
"Yeah, yeah of course." I force a smile onto my lips and the voices leave.
Shit, I'm late for school. Again. I rush to get ready for school, praising mother nature that it's only ten degrees outside so that I'm able to cover up the 'artwork' that scars my body.
YOU ARE READING
Tainted Sleep
ParanormalThe voices you hear and the things you see, no one knows where they come from not you nor me... You feel so alone, then they start to whisper, and once more you are home... They show you things, nightmares you assume, but maybe it's what the future...
