Now I fully know what horrible things I am going to face in
this room.
They make me imagine terrible creatures of all different
kinds and the terrible things they would do.
But that's just my imagination, right?
Wrong.
My imagination – it becomes
reality.
Those monsters that inhabited my brain come forward in the
darkness and torment me. Over and over again, I feel like it'll never stop. Oh,
God, when will it all stop?
When my imagination runs low, they give me all sorts of ideas.
They make me watch movies. They read stories to me of
absolutely horrible things. They show pictures to me, in my brain (probably
with the thing they put in my head) of creatures God threw into hell.
When they put those things into my head, I try my hardest
not to think about them – those bad things.
Sometimes, when you try your hardest not to do something,
that's when it's the easiest to do.
I close my eyes in the darkness, pressing myself into the
corner, covering my eyes.
Puppies, think of puppies. Rainbows and puppies.
Butterflies...
"It won’t save you," a voice slithers in my ear.
I open my eyes to see the creature before me, and it’s
something that I can't even begin to describe.
My screams, like the others before and after, are only heard
by me.
Sound proof walls are a wonder.
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