I never imagined what it would be like to be inchains... Now I can't shake the feeling. I cannot get his voice out of my head. His screams and cries out for them to stop. I remember the pain of the rusty and jagged knifes being thrusted into my skin tearing it with a loud ripping sound as I screamed aloud to the chains above me holding me in place. The rust and jagged edges of the chains dug into my flesh and bone, bleeding and beaten I rested listening. Listening to the whispers and voices, his screams, the beat of my heart... My heart... Did I really have one? Was it just something to tease me? If I did, would they take it? So many questions... no one to answer them. I feel so lost, unwanted, confused, hated, pained, and an intence feeling of a darkness taking over my soul... Asthma. That's what they said. I opened my eyes to see a burr of a dark shape standing in frount of me with gloriouse wings that look like silk from what I could see. It's all a dream, I told myself. It's all dream, just a dream. After wards... the dark figured made it clear this was not a dream...
To be continued...
To be continued...
