the demon inside me ( soul eater fanfiction crona )
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Last published Thu, Sep 5, 2013
I sat there shifting uncomfortably in the pail white chair staring at the floor as I could hear faint crying. I hated this place. I hated hospitals. I wrapped my arms around myself trying to recover the warmth that had drained from my numb body. "Please.Please be okay. please.." I whispered shutting my eyes tightly as a tear rolled down my cheek only to be followed by various tears. "I'm sorry." I muttered. "I'm..s-sorry" I said softly crying covering my face with my hands. God I was pathetic.
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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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