I left the warehouse, puzzled.
What just happened?
How did he know my name?
How did he know these things?
I started walking home constantly thinking of that the old man said.
I decided to cut off touch as he suggest/told me.
I don't know why I am listening to this crazy old man but my gut tells me to trust him.
There is something weird going on and I'd rather not look into it.
I reached my house after nearly walking into a lamppost.
I strolled up to the front door.
I need to rest my head.
*Awakes*
As I woke, my parents were outside of the window again.
I think they were talking about putting me into a coma again.
I really hate these people. I am starting to hate everyone.
I will hate everyone at this rate!
I sighed.
Why can't I leave this hell hole?
Why can't I live my life instead of being like this?
I want to piece everything back together and get my life back on track.
How can I do that if I might be put into a coma?!
I saw my dad look over so I closed my eyes quickly.
I don't want to see this or hear this.
I can't bare it anymore.
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Silence
Short StoryI feel the pressure consume me. My memories are broken. I can't trust anyone, even if I try to. Something is off, I can't control my own actions anymore. Can I put my memories back together like a puzzle or am I hopeless? Am I going to stay like th...
