Without darkness there are no dreams.
--Karla Kuban, novelist
Her hands hold on to the walls, trying to grip the illusion that we call reality. She can feel the blackness beginning to seep through, blinding her with spite. Her eyes begin to roll back as the tremors wreck through her. She let's out a terrified moan, letting go of reality all together in order to hold on to herself. Something wet pours down the side of her mouth, but her hand misses and only slaps her cheek instead. She doesn't notice it until the pain has passed, but by then she stopped worrying about it. She holds herself together, trying to stay sane. Nobody tells you how difficult it is until you are stuck in here, she thinks to herself. She would have smirked, but her mouth wasn't working properly at the time. The people surround her, one cackling in her madness as the other one screams words she could not understand. She's the only sane one in the group, letting them speak through her so the pressure in her head died down.
Fists hit the wall, but she watches from above. She hears the madness in her voice as she whispers in a language only the voices know. Her body lashes out against the doctors, the nurses, and they leave bruises on her. The doctor yells to the nurses to hold her, not an easy feat for them. One holds a needle and injects the medicine. She struggles, fighting, trying to escape. They inject more and more, the spasms growing worse, until they leave her limp in the corner of the cell.
Her spirit leaves this scene behind, looking away to the stars, where her dreams once lie.
....One....
....more....
....breath....
and she's gone.
A/N: Hey, this is not the original bit I think this one is a lot better. Tell me what you think. Inhope to post more funny things in the future, but for now this is all I can do. Adios!
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