The Vampire Prince

The Vampire Prince

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You are stuck in a cold room. Nothing brushes your mind except fear. Was it the chill in the air? or maybe the feeling of being watched? It felt like everyone was listening to you all the time, yet if you screamed no one would hear you.
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In my nightmares I am trapped on a mental ward. I can't move my hands without feeling the restriction of the straps. My head is as clear, no trace of the "madness." I strain against the black polyester with every ounce of strength and still I can't budge. My back hurts right to the base of my spine. Saliva is pooling in the back of my mouth. The staff have gone. I am alone. My heart pounds, ready to explode; my eyes scan left and right for signs of someone coming to help. No-one. Worn green curtains hang limp on flaking chrome rings and though the gap passers by pay me no attention at all.

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