One day I wake up at home. The next, I wake up in the ER. Then today I woke up in a mental institution. They say that they can help me but I don't know how I can believe them when I was forced to go here. I understand that I've only been here less than 24 hours, but from what I've seen so far, I doubt that they can help me at all. The only thing they can really do is temporally keep me safe from the guys who want me dead. With all honesty, I don't even know if I want to be kept safe anymore. Last night I had a dream about all this blood surrounding me and I could tell from the taste of it, that it was my blood. Then I saw him standing above me, holding onto the chain that was around my neck and this was all to familiar to me. The tighter he pulled on the chain, the tighter it choked me. I begged him to stop but he only laughed at me. I looked down and I saw that I was naked and every part of my body had either fresh wounds that had blood pouring out of them or bruises of many different shades. And my whole body was just in terrible pain. Then I felt two hands grab my shoulders and a familiar voice whispered into my ear. He said: "We told you not to tell the cops you fucking whore" Then I felt a cold sharp metal object pulled across my neck, slowly and deep into my flesh. I screamed as blood started pouring out of my neck. I struggled as hard as I could to get away, but there was not hope, I was to weak. Everything went blurry, my muscles went limp, then I woke up.
~AngelCutter
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