For how long have I been here? Since when did I enter this reality? But no matter what, it is an eternal illusion that I have to suffer with until I die. Perhaps is it a curse? Why was I chosen for this? I cannot understand. This fate was not the one I have chosen, yet it was given to me by an eternal being, in which I cannot see, speak, hear nor feel. For years I have lived on with this. People are always scared of dying, but I am scared of living. This was not what I wanted, but it is what I got.
My daily life had been full of terror and illusions. I cannot sleep, but sometimes they win. Every night I hear them whispering, watching me around the bed, and others hiding behind the door frame. Everything is dark, and the only thing that dimly lit the room was their crimson eyes. Those eyes, full of hunger and evil, are always watching me at night. When I fall asleep, I am inside this torture where I cannot wake up by myself. No matter how much I run, they get me. Even if I hide, they find me. In this nightmare, there is no escape. Watching my death so many times, yet it is only a "dream". When I wake up, all I see are tables, clothes, everything inside the room scattered everywhere. Every time I come back, the room is perfectly clean, with every single thing back on its place. It was always like this, a never ending routine. I pity myself for this, for I cannot ever escape this, even if I try.
Every morning is the same. My mother and father are always on the same table, eating and talking, smiling to me and continue on as if nothing else is happening. But that is all an illusion. My parents died years ago, yet they are here, as if they never died. But I know they they are not real, this is just part of my nightmare, my curse. Tortured souls that cannot leave me, forced to stay here until I die. This is how it is.
I count every single day here. I have been like this ever since they have died. For how long? It's been 5 years. And I am still young, I have not even reached my adolescence. This is pitiful, for a boy like me to live like this forever. The only thing I can hope for is death, that is the only thing that can free me from this nightmare.
But I still am living. When will I die? I do not know. But this is my fate, my life, my nightmare. Every night I am alert, for I cannot sleep with those creatures wanting to devour my sanity every day. When I dream, all I see is darkness and agony, creatures wanting to drag me down to emptiness. If I could be in peace, I would sleep normally. But this curse will never let me be.
This is it, my eternal nightmare, one that I cannot escape, one that I cannot free myself from. If I die soon, it will be gladly over. But sadly, I am not close to this destiny. One day I will die, and this nightmare shall not haunt me ever again.
