Post by Animosity Leviathan on Jan 27, 2012 9:04:16 GMT -6
Year three. Month unknown.[/i]
The nightmares are getting worse, and I have good reason to believe that they are in fact mine. Most of the time I can never tell, which means I'm not able to control my power too well anymore. I believe it's because of the drugs, but I'm not the professional here.
The nightmare makes me fear for my very life. It starts out with me standing in a very windy and snowy environment. I'm usually dressed in a light blue outfit, and am very confused. As I start to feel the cold wind against my skin I begin to stop breathing, until I feel as though I can't breath at all. This is when it gets bad. The wind simply stops and the snow keeps falling, but I still feel like I can't breath.
My skin begins to crawl and I feel very weak. Vision goes blurry, and I collapse to the ground. As I hit the ground the setting changes to a warm summer day.
I'm still hardly breathing, I'm dying for air.
A man comes out of nowhere and kneels beside me. He cradles me in his arms as I gasp for air. Finally I stop breathing all together and I taste copper on my tongue.
It's my blood.
I start to seize and more crimson plasma flows from my lips. Then, I stop moving all together.
That's when I wake up screaming.
I fear for my life every time I sleep. *Note to self* Is it possible that the drugs they give me are doing this?
This place is going to kill me one day, I just know it. When it does, everyone in this hell hole will go to Hell with me while I drag them by a chain.
I'm not going to break that easily.
I still don't know who that man is, but I think he's my personal hero. The one who will come to save me from here and take me to my mother.
One day it will happen.
I just have to keep dreaming.
-Animosity-
