Stolen Life ✔️

Chapter twelve: Dear Diary.

Chapter twelve: Dear Diary.

I headed back to my room tired and alone. This life I live now wasn't my life. My old life is was my mind somewhere and every night I had these dreams of people I may knew. It had been a few months since I had been in this hole and Ms. Tate was pissing me off. I didn't need help, I could find answers on my own.

This whole place was stupid. Stupid room, stupid people, stupid therapy that I didn't need.Maybe I did.

I was crazy and I felt useless because I didn't know who the heck I was and it was so frustrating. Ms. Tate told me to write my own diary.

Day 1: January 15th 2015.

Dear diary,

I really think this idea of a journal is stupid but I'm stuck in here so I am forced to write it. My feelings? I don't feel anymore, I want my old life back because I know I had one. I'm wondering what my parents were like, if I had siblings, friends or even a boyfriend. This sucks. I've been in here for a few months now and the nurses want to know where I came from. But how would I know? They think I'm crazy when I know I'm not. I keep having dreams that I told no one. It was a nightmare. It was about me getting kidnapped and being in pain all the time and I could feel it in real life until I woke up. It was awful. The same dream every single night for the past few weeks. Why can't I have a good sleep? Why aren't I normal?

*

"So, I hear you have been having nightmares?"

Was she serious?

"Why can't I have my privacy?" I yelled.

"Tell me about your dream." She said, ignoring the question that I yelled. "I personally think it's a good idea to talk about it." She said calmly. I nodded slowly because I was sick of being angry all the time and it just made things worst. I laid down on the couch and placed my hands on my stomach and my head on the pillow.

"I was in a dark room." I said as I closed my eyes tightly, imagining the dream. "The dark room starts to glow and light shines through. I can literally feel like I'm sitting on a bed. I open my eyes and see I'm in a room somewhere in the woods, the room is all wooden and it has only one window showing outside."

I paused for a minute. "Go on." Ms. Tate said.

I sighed heavily and continued. "I sit up and everything seems so clear, I hear a noise coming from outside the room and I feel scared as I clutch my finger nails into the sheets of the bed. It sounds like footsteps. Then screams of a girl I once knew, the screaming then stops and it's silent as I heard the dragging of her body. The door opens and it's a man or a women, I can't tell at this point. This unknown person is wearing a disguise and I can make it out yet but it looks familiar like I've seen it somewhere before." I swallowed the salvia that filled my mouth as breathed in and out. This person makes me feel afraid as she comes closer, she gives me an evil glare but I don't know why I'm here. I see her hand behind her back as she gives an evil laugh that still haunts me. I'm trying so hard to figure her out. She pulls out a knife from behind as I let out a scream and she stabs me multiple times and I can literally feel the pain and feel the blood that covers my hands. And-"

I stopped and let out a scream that nearly shattered the glass of water on the coffee table. The door flung open as I was being held down by who I assumed was Ms. Tate. I struggled, not opening my eyes because she was still there trying to kill me.

"Get away from me!" I yelled.

"Do it." I heard a voice say.

A needle plunged into my back and I struggled to move away from the unknown face as she disappeared and I blacked out not, knowing if she got me.