Up to date, here is the previous night.
I woke up in a hostpital bed. My arms were completely bandaged up, my chest mildly, some bandges on my legs, and a bandage going around my forehead. But with great surprise I had my clothes on, I walked out into the hall. I walked down the corridor hearing many screams, sobs, and pleas of mercy. I see the silohuettes of the atrocities being made. But most of all I heard voices, I tried holding my ears to shut out the voices but it was no use, they kept evading my hand and invading my head. I started to fall down, but I caught myself with a door and as I caught it the voices stopped. I looked at the door that I caught, it read Nursery. It seemed quiet, nothing bad seemed to be happening here so I walked inside. There was one crib in there, the focused on it, everything else was black. I walked into the light and immeaditely I knew this wasn't going to end well. I looked into the crib and found a dead baby. It looked somewhat beaten, but thats not what killed it, it appears that one side of it imploded and that his face halfway peeled off. It lay in a puddle of blood, enough to cover most of the gore. I saw a towel on the ground and picked up. I reached into the crib and wrapped the mutilated child in it, I held it tenderly. I my bandages were now soaked with its blood. I stared at the child, trying to get some sort of response, it truly was dead. I held the dead child close to my chest and looked down. I swore. Then the light flared and it all went white.
The end.
Langendorfer · Sat Mar 15, 2008 @ 03:14am · 0 Comments |