My head began to spin in circles before going every way imaginable. My eyes couldn't focus on the now blinding lights and flashing colours, not to mention my vision blurring. Am I dying? I coughed into my hand, blood pouring down my fingertips. I must be. My heart became almost non-existent as the sky fell in on me. I must be dying. There was laughing, laughing about me. The walls were laughing. They were coming to kill me-if they got to me first. There was a dark creature coming towards me, it's long claws ready to grip me to death. One way or another, I was going to die.
The creature was closer, lifted a bony hand and slashed it down in my face, making me fall unconscious. I must have been dead, there was no way I could have lived through that, I would have thought. But I couldn't think of anything at the moment. Because I couldn't think.
I suppose you understand why I don't like to talk about the medication. It was torture, and felt like an eternity, but I wasn't sure how long it was before I went numb. And that's what it felt like. Numbness. I was a broken mess, and lord knows I wasn't doing that again. If I lived, that is.
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The Scar
FanfictionGary isn't someone you could call normal. Or sane. Or any synonym of that. He's absolutely insane, and loves every second of it. But one of his greatest mysteries is that famous scar of his. The other students would whisper about it, and some even s...
