UNTHERAPY || KTH ☠︎

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⚠️Disturbing content, bro.⚠️

You wake up retching. You realize the rocking sensation is the train and you're on the subway.

As reality is slowly climbing back, you, with jittery hands fish in your purse for your pills. You have so far tried your hardest not to look at anybody around you.

You pop the pill in your mouth and try to calm your breath. You bring out a tissue and wipe your upper lip and forehead.

"You okay?" Someone next to you asks in a concerned tone.

You turn your head to nod and smile, but jump out of your skin with fright.

It's your father.

A gaping hole in his eye, the same way it had been 11 months ago. The arm still ripped off and blood and gore still hanging from the amputated stump. You notice how he's still wearing the same clothes.

"Appa?" You finally squeak. "What are you doing here? Are you okay? Didn't you see a doctor? What happened of those men?" You try to voice these out.

But, literally no voice is coming out of your throat.

You're beginning to panic. This is beyond horror.

As you slowly raise your eyes. You see that there is an axe next to your father.

Your heart is beginning to race.

Oh, My God. No.

This can't be happening.

You've realized by now.

You're still stuck in your nightmare.

As your eyes sweep over at the people in the subway.
You have been hit with a realization.

These are not people. These are all your fathers.

Gaping gory hole for an eye. Amputated bloody arm and axes in hand.

And about a 50 of them. Staring at you.

"No!" You start muttering in fear.

"No, no no, this can't be happening." You begin to scream, but no voice is coming out.

Your body is frozen and you can't move. Your arms feel heavy like boulders. All that is moving are your two eyes. And you want it to stop.

The fathers stare at you with their one good eye. Some of them raising their axes and some just watching you with tilted heads.

Your father raises his axe and begins to cut a long slice out of your arm. You let out an earsplitting scream and with that, you wake up.

Your breathing is ragged. Laboured. Fast. Heavy.

Your chest is tight and it feels like you're about to die.

Your sweat is so cold and your body is trembling.

The neighbour next to you pats your shoulder. There are eyes watching you.
Judgemental eyes. Fear-filled eyes.
Nervous eyes. Worried eyes.