2 June 2012
She lay upon her bed, curled in a tight ball. Screwed up paper all around her. The pen felt like an extension of her hand, the words ready to flow but not appearing in any coherent order. Drifting off to sleep with thoughts whirling around in her head she visits a place that has morphed. It's the same place, the same house but is decorated like her own. Life seems happy to begin with but she feels something sinister on the horizon as a man named Harry moves to the area. The overly charming man has soon infiltrated all of her friends affections despite surrounding himself with a gang of thugs. She wakes at 2am to see one of them stood silently at her bedroom door. "he's with us now". He smiles a disgusting smile and leaves. A second of incomprehension before she runs to her sons room. Nothing, no little boy, just ducky, which without whom he cannot sleep. She runs to the window, her foot falls loud across the landing, to see a sleepy eight year old walking hand in hand with Harry. She couldn't get to her son, the thugs stopped her as she screamed and beat at their chests with her clenched fists.
I can't go on anymore. I thought I could vent this but I can't. Adult nightmares about my son being taken by pedophiles plague me. I'm sat curled up with ducky after watching Jayden sleep. I think I need help.
Realisation • Opuss № I