I woke up, still feeling as restless as ever like I had not slept at all.
I was not looking forward to waking up to live yet another day again in this horrid world.
It saddens me that even if I wished so hard every day that I would, I did not die in my sleep. And here I am, lying on a bed made out of gross innards. Just like the walls, the windows, and practically everything I see are horrendous and reek of decaying fecal matter. I find it hard to believe that I am in a hospital and not the home to some sort of mad butcher.
Ever since that fateful car accident which killed my only living known relatives, both my parents and my only older brother, leaving me barely alive and in a coma for six months. When I came to consciousness, all of my senses have been horribly distorted. It started with my sight, which I tried to ignore at first. But then my sense of smell followed with what I saw, then my other senses followed as well.
Even the people, they all changed into some sort of weird alien creatures who smelled of rotting flesh and spoke in garbled voices which I found hard to understand and at times made me doubt if they are actually speaking in the English language. Even the food I eat in this hospital are utterly disgusting to see, smell or even to taste it.
I found it hard to live by, seeing as I can’t trust anybody in this world. Not even my doctor, or at least a creature who claims to be my assigned doctor to my case for I am afraid. I am afraid they would call me crazy, a freak, or even worse. To make me their guinea pig in order to find out whatever kind of disorder or disease I’m having. I don’t want those creatures who pretend to be human to open up my skull and tinker with my brain.
Please, just let me die and leave this ugly world I used to love and call “Home”.
