Morty Stories

Inner Betrayal

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Violet hues were gently covered by the skin of the eye lids. His hair lay a mess covering over the orbs. Pale lips were thin lined as the inner most thoughts ran wild within a human.
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Visions of joyous memories played out, the faces of those that were cared deeply for places within them. It was serene. Never once had there been any doubt or darkness lurking about. Continuous happiness was the sole thing around.
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With the mind conscious, in daily life is where he found the reason for unconscious peace. The blonde was encircled by a group of few. That of which always were within their own world. Something great that they had all created together. These inner hallucinations were what brought peace over him.
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One day...it all changed. His body twisted, turned; convulsed will he remained in his deep sleep. Darkness flooded quickly before a bright red flashed. Shadow arms held his firm to the ground, pulling him harshly into it. Pain shot through his nerves bringing screams to erupt from his vocals.
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Dark, blood red blobs rose from the ground and began to transform around him. They oozed and moaned...screeched as they started to take form of people etched within his mind. It sickened him to the core as their now full appearance forms encircled him.
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Laughing rang and pierced through his ears. Liquid pouring out of the organ. Clear water running down his face. Evil smiles on the ones he thought of as friends. They found his suffering to be an entertainment.
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Snapping and cracking of bones caused more screams- more pain to course it's way through his sensitive body. His sight was summing to nothing. Everything was leaving his sight, but with a flash, his eyes opened.
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His chest was moving quickly as the blonde attempted to steady his breathing. The pain was still dwelling within him...tears still on his face. Sweat on his fore head, hair a nappy mess as he swiftly threw off the fabric covering him. Opening the bathroom door, he kneeled over and vomited..
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A nightmare like this hadn't occurred in years. It pained him mentally, emotionally...physically. It was intolerable. He couldn't possibly have none what to do in the matter. What to feel. He had been deceived, betrayed by his own mind, something of the likes have which never occurred.
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