But, how can we be dead.
They ask.
This is just one of those dreams. Those hallucinations. The ones where we imagine we have hurt ourselves but we haven't at all.
Their voices become desperate.
But... We didn't want to die. Not yet. We just wanted to drown out the voices. They told us to do it. We're not mad. Don't say that, don't say that.
They pleaded with the judge.
Suicide isn't a sin. We didn't know what we were doing. It was all just a dream. We'll wake up soon and it will all be over.
The judge just smiled and plucked a chickens' feather out of the air. A solution. They were not worthy of a second life. For the first time in their lives they experienced real pain. They stopped dreaming. Their insides burned and slowly spread outwards. Their skin now really did melt and bruises formed and cuts were made and they were raped by anger and hatred.
It was pain like no other.
Their mouths filled with water and as fast as they spat it out it kept filling up despite the flames. Drip. Spit. Drip. Spit.
You wanted to drown yourself.
So here's to an eternity of it.
They raised their glasses.
To drowning.
Drowning.
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Drowning
Teen FictionThis book is about two mentally ill sisters who try to escape from the controlling voices inside their head. IMPORTANT: Contains: -Gore -Triggers -Horror -Death -Self harm/ self hate This may not seem particularly graphic to some people but will be...
