in your head

monster or man

I can't move.My eyes stare straight up to the ceiling but I can see all around me.

Where am I?

Why am I here?

White... everything is white, even the door, the only reason I can see the door is because of the shadow of the door knob cast by the single light that I still watch.

The light casts other shadows as well, the shadow of the operating table that I lay upon,

The shadow of chairs that stand in the corners of the room,

And the moving shadows of the people roaming the room in a fast blur.

The shadows are all I can see clearly besides the light that casts those shadows, but nothing else looks right.

There is no other noise in the room besides the sound of quick footsteps and unidentifiable chatter.

Who are these people? Are they even people? They don't sound right, but what else could they be?

I can't move. I can't move, not my eyes to look around, not my mouth to speak, not my arms to reach out nor my legs to run, I cannot move!

The panic is there and it grows stronger and stronger. My breathing heavies, can I even breath? I can't feel my breath, I can't feel my lungs, my body is as still as the dead, my chest doesn't even move, I can't breath, I CAN'T BREATH!!!

But how come they can move? How come they can speak? Did they bring me here? What do they want? What do they want from me!?

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I watch my body,

No blur

All clear

My long, blonde hair that lays neatly on the white cloth covered table under my pale, slim figure,

My white gown blending in beautifully with the table,

The look of peacefulness contrary to the panic I truly feel inside,

My sky blue eyes still shimmer with life, showing me that I am not dead even though my chest remains still and I now watch my body from above, floating frozen on the ceiling, in the same state as I was in my body

Then

They surrounded me

No longer blurry and showing to be men, not doctors, just stranger

And they began to tear me open.

The room was no longer white, but painted red as they tore me open and devoured whatever piece of me they held in their hands.

These people, are they even people??? Or monsters? What man would be so cruel and so evil to leave a living body hopeless to tear apart and devour like they have been deprived of their favorite snack of which they have finally been gifted?

There was no mercy in their eyes, only joy and eagerness as they licked the blood from their hands only to stuff them back into my pain filled body to grab the next chunk of meat, flesh, or intestine.

My body aches with pain so unbearable I should be dead, and yet I can still see my heart beat,

I can still see my lungs move up and down, even as one of those disgusting men stuff it, relentlessly, into his mouth, showing pure joy and satisfaction of the taste and texture.

Men... No, that they were not...

They can't be,

There is no possible way that these were human!

Monster

That's what they are

That's all they can be.

Monsters bearing the flesh of men.

They won't even allow me the satisfaction of death,

Can't they see my consciousness?

Can't they see that I still live?

Or at least taste my livingness?

And yet they still allow my torture with no remorse.

My face betrayed me by remaining the same when all I want to do is cry,

My voice betrays me by remaining speechless when I so terribly want to beg and scream for them to leave me be or let me die,

My eyes betray me for I want to close them and look away,

And my body betrays me, for how bad I wish to run but still cannot move.

What is this? It can't be real can it? There is no way, it must be a dream.

Yes, a dream, and soon I will wake up, soon this will all be over.

They laugh.

They laugh as if they can hear me but I can't even speak.

I won't be waking up will I?

This is not a dream.. is it?

I wish it were, I wish I could sleep now,

But I'm left to suffer this agonizing pain

Alone

In full consciousness.

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I had a dream once that I was in this hospital looking room surrounded by these monsters that were eating me but I was dead, they all look so crazy and I could never understand them when they spoke. Then I woke up. So time later I had another dream, but in this dream I was still alive but I could not move and instead of monster it was people, all of them were men and they were eating me just like the monsters in the other dream. After that I was always so paranoid that that was how I am going to die...

BUT ANYWAYS love you all and I do hope you enjoyed readiiiing and have a lovely.... uh... life.

update: I have used this story for an assignment in my creative writing class, for creative writing though I kind of changed it a little and I do think that version is better, I might change this version to fit more the other one but I don't know, I don't really have many reading this right now, actually I don't think I have anyone reading this right now... well darn now I feel awkward hahaha, anyway if more people do start reading this and decide they would like me to update it to the better version then I just might.

Well have a lovely day beautifuls, or night.. you know... LOVE YOU ♥️😘