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Mood writing
a year ago
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Haven’t wrote anything in a while, thought I’d try again. Just a little short story~
I awake, abruptly, sweat dripping from my brow as I observe the darkness. Time seems to slow, nothing but reminders of what was, the pain remains, the pleasure but a faded firework falling from the void like sky. Tears roll down my cheeks, I cannot move, I cannot shout, trapped in my own demise. The light appears with a blinding flash, pupils dilating and restricting as my fate is realised. The knife slides down my inner thighs, blood slowly weeping from the wounds as I buck and shake, I hear distant laughing, “Is this a show?” I think as the red hot iron burns my chest. Kicking, screaming and tensing, tears roll down my cheeks to my lips, the salty taste reminding me of my capture, nothing can stop this now, I must accept my fate. This ends the dream, this time I awaken for real, panting, shaking and hot. My hand reaches for the light, SNAP, goes the cord revealing my small illuminated bedroom. “It was only a dream…” I muster as I wipe the sweat from my brow, suddenly a sharp pain in my chest gathers all my attention. Grasping at my chest I feel the scar, a scabby burnt reminder, the Ex that left me, wasn’t only a dream.
I awake, abruptly, sweat dripping from my brow as I observe the darkness. Time seems to slow, nothing but reminders of what was, the pain remains, the pleasure but a faded firework falling from the void like sky. Tears roll down my cheeks, I cannot move, I cannot shout, trapped in my own demise. The light appears with a blinding flash, pupils dilating and restricting as my fate is realised. The knife slides down my inner thighs, blood slowly weeping from the wounds as I buck and shake, I hear distant laughing, “Is this a show?” I think as the red hot iron burns my chest. Kicking, screaming and tensing, tears roll down my cheeks to my lips, the salty taste reminding me of my capture, nothing can stop this now, I must accept my fate. This ends the dream, this time I awaken for real, panting, shaking and hot. My hand reaches for the light, SNAP, goes the cord revealing my small illuminated bedroom. “It was only a dream…” I muster as I wipe the sweat from my brow, suddenly a sharp pain in my chest gathers all my attention. Grasping at my chest I feel the scar, a scabby burnt reminder, the Ex that left me, wasn’t only a dream.
