All around me
Is a crumbling room
That's spinning at unimaginable speeds
Rocks fly through the air
And past my face
Leaving scratches that slowly drip
Blazing, red blood
That burns against my skin
I can't run away
My hands are chained to the floor
Bright and colorful lights flash randomly
Blinding me
The ghost of a scream rips its way through my throat
But no sound escapes me
My vocal chords have already been cut
Tears leak from my eyes
My voice was all that was left
Now I have nothing
The room has bars on all windows
Preventing even the thought of escape
Not that I could reach them if I tried
They sit at unreachable heights
And I can't make myself move anyway
The chains that hold me
Bind my will as well as my hands
They keep me from advancing, breathing
Or even moving an inch
The chains rattle even though I lay still
Taunting me
"You will never escape,"
Through all the noise
I can hear my friends
"You can fight this!"
"You're stronger than this!"
"We're here for you!"
"Please come back!"
"Fight it!"
"Please,"
"Are you still in there?"
"Please, please, keep fighting."
I hear the voices of my "friends"
Screaming at me
"What's taking so long?"
"Hurry up!"
"Just give up,"
"What's your problem?"
"Are you really this weak?"
"You're better off dead!"
I hear the voices of my peers
Yelling and screaming at me
Nothing that they say is good
They tear at my heart
Scrape my lungs
Break my mind
Until I'm saying the same things
About myself
The voices fill my head
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Short stories
Short StoryA group of short stories that I wrote to pass the time, including fractured fairytales. Some of them are older and not as good. Any feedback you have would be helpful!
