[Repression]

I laid on the floor, staring up upon the blurry ceiling, glimpsing the dark shadows surround me. I could taste the blood on my cracked lips, feeling my pierced skin which made contact with the cold, ragged steel. I tried to speak aloud, only to hear myself screaming within my mind, and chocking further upon the lumpy blood within my throat. I was dying. Slowly and painfully. And all I could do was watch with horror as the life slipped outside of my skin and into the thin air, spreading into oblivion.

[Repression] is my latest project, which is attempting to tell a story in extremely small segments, ranging from a paragraphs to maybe a few per chapter. Although short, each segment attempts to capture crucial moments in my character's life leading up to his ultimate demise, as depicted above. Pay close attention, because as most of my work goes, there are plentiful of hidden messages that expose so much more of his story. Lots will also be open to interpretation. I hope you enjoy, please feel free to vote, comment, or message me personally if you would like an explanation on any part!