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Time 13 minutes

Donuts_Sprinkles42

Everything is fine until you can't feel you body anymore. Until you are starving but he won't bring you any food. Until your throat is so dry that not even your spit is keeping it moist. The floor is always cold, and nothing for you to sleep on but the rusty stained concrete. 
     Lisa was doing just fine until she felt two strong hands gripping over her mouth, and carrying her to a strange place. Her memories were faded and foggy. She was scared, and didn't know where she was. The rooms are dark, and the cutting is no longer easing her pain. 
     How will she make it out alive? Or will she even make it out?All Rights Reserved

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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.