Sleep Tight

I Hear You Cry.

There was some kind of table but like a block. I saw someone slowly sit up. They turned their head to me faster than a bolt of lighting. They're eyes looking straight into mine. It looked like they were struggling to talk... like they couldn't open their mouth. They bolted to another room, and I felt a hand touch my shoulder. A voice echoed in my head, 'It's your turn'. Wait.. did I hear that? Did I imagine that? I began to feel light-headed and my legs were just moving toward the table were the other person once sat. I couldn't control my movement! I lied down on it. I tried to scream but I couldn't. It was hell. I couldn't say or do anything. Like screaming was gonna do much. I saw a girl she had stringy, curly hair. Her mouth.. IT WAS SEWED SHUT! She had a needle and thread. I could finally talk. I screamed as loud as I could. No! Please no! They came closer to me and stopped. I thought to myself, finally I'm safe! Then the needle came toward my lips. I didn't understand. Then, just as she pierced my lip with the bloody needle I realised I was going to become someone like her. My mouth was half sewed shut. Only half to go. I couldn't cry, I couldn't scream, I couldn't move, I was hopeless. The pain was horrible, the fact that I couldn't let it out made it worse. Then I heard that same echoing voice in my head. 'It's okay... I hear you cry' She walked away. Soon came back with a butcher knife. She asked me in a dull voice, 'I wonder how long it takes for a human to die whilst being chopped up. Let's find out.' She started chopping from my feet and I tried to scream but the only noise I could make were muffled squeals. Blood dripped everywhere until, blackness.