My Ranting Place

Conscience

Theme: If you do a bad deed, even your subconscious knows that you did wrong.
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It's here again. I don't want to open my eyes.
Thump thump thump.
It's getting closer to me and i can't move. I am just lying there on my bed trying to contain my sniffles amidst the dark as it approaches me. I can feel it around me; all around me. I let out a sob as it silently puts its hand on my shoulder from the back. The anxiety that fills me with the terror is just out of the world. I just want to get rid of these stupid goosebumps. The hand turns me over abruptly and my eyes snap open as it starts to choke me. I struggle against its tight grip but what renders me motionless is that it has my eyes, my nose, my lips- wait...

It is me.

I am sorry but I had to do it.
My conscience scoffs at my statement as it keeps on suffocating me.
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