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Truth Hurts Part Twenty One -------Christopher's Point Of View------- I heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from Lisa's room. "Lisa!" I shouted, tearing out of my room.
Eyes... Bruises.... Demons.... Blood..... Pain..... Flames.... Surrounding... Burning.. Faceless.... Faces... Escape. Need to get out. Wake up!Not real. Sure it was real. Fine.. Forget... Move on...
His face was numb, the taste of blood on his lips, his own. Soon again they would come, and again he would face them alone.
Why is it that everytime I have these bad dreams she's there. Why is it that every single time, I feel like I'm trapped in a hell-hole and there's no way out.
I am in my room minding my own business. Probably playing computer games or looking at YouTube videos online, an activity that has quickly become a daily routine.
Ok, so this is the start of my story, you may have seen the prologue, if not take a look at it first. Please tell me what you think.
Night times drawing closer. The fear is now returning. Like an unwanted chauffeur. Driving all your yearnings. He's round every turning. Your best to watch your back.
Scream for me, I like that.
Time to sleep but now I know better,. While I sleep you'll haunt me forever,. You grab me with your fingertips,. Your poison I will forever year to sip,. My mind a warped torn place,.
From the black Pitts of hell, There comes my form you know so well, Your thoughts and fears I feed and dwell, Can't block me from your mind, I'm far too perfect something undefined, That's my...
I'm the weaver of your dreams, The receiver of your screams, Your soul was offerd on a plate, So I licked the dammed thing clean, I'm like nothing you've ever seen, When I come puffing on the...
I awake, but I seem paralysed from it. All my emotions seemed to have turned to stone because of it. I cannot speak, because of, it......
Down. Down. Down..... Deep Down Deeper Down Still Quiet Silence Down Further Down Dark Shhhhhhh Darker Keep going Down Darkness Shhhhhhh We are here Abyss Don't move Shhhhhhh Now.....
Lydia ran. And ran. And ran. She could feel the flames, they were nearly close enough to touch her. She was following a tall, blonde girl in front of her.
I feel that my room had gotten a little more colder then usual. Though in my thick duvet the cold passes through. I turn my head to glance out the window to see if it is dark out. and yes it is.
Waking up, trembling with fear, The memory shedding another tear, Reminding me of the past dream, That woke me up in a painful scream.
I'm in school, playing in the woods, everyday stuff, kids laughing some fighting boys chasing girls and girls kicking us in the balls.
It was terrifying. It was like some kind of primeval fear rooted deep within me that reared up when I heard the sound. I knew straight away what it was - and what it wanted, and I started to run.
I was back in a time I wanted to forget. The man that changed my life forever was just meters away, his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans and his jet black hair wavering in the wind.
Ordinary People Danny Running, heart pounding, I knew I had to get away. Trees scrape my face, tear at my neck as I crash through the creeping bushes.
She looked into the shadow, trying to see what it was. An ominous shape looming in front of her.
At night, I slept. All was well, until I saw this temptress. I realised I had known her from a previous life. A life where I dare not return.
As I closed my eyes and went back to the dream, i returned to the factory. I was in the front entrance now, no sign of my friend, I guess he had realised that he didn't work here.
I hope that they will back in a minute completely. It happened so fast and I saw some of my family run outside the house. The bloody people chased them.