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I see my disoriented eyes in the darkness, like a lost child in the middle of a crowd of strangers.
I don’t remember when it started. Maybe it’s because the first nights seemed confused, like dreams.
Dreams that were overlapped with reality. Like a drug that loses its effects as the time passes.
And with time, reality intensifies. And with that, I realize that there are forms. Forms that are passing around me.
They dare increasingly as they won confidence. Now they are everywhere. I can’t really see them. I know.
But I can feel them. Like someone feels the smell that precedes the rain. Yes, I can’t see them, but I know they are here. Here with me...
I see myself.
I see my eagerness and desperation to find out what they want from me. I see my answers prove to be unfounded.
I try, in all ways, to understand, but I can’t. They don’t talk to me, but I know they are around. Watching, waiting, observing.
Observing my sanity fading away as the uninterrupted nights of terror continues. They wish for it. They have fun with it.
It is all just a game. They will not stop until my mind becomes empty, and fear dominates all of my senses.
I know now there’s nothing worse than that, not even death itself. I don’ want to lose myself into their world.
I don’t want to take this anymore. I want the reality, difficult as it may be. And so, I need to survive. Yes, I need to...
I see myself.
I see my legs running. I see that they are after me. They realized that I will not give in to their will.
They realized that I would rather risk death itself than continuing with this torture. They are holding me. I can’t see them. But they are holding me. My hands have been placed behind my back.
I have blood all over my aching body. They are stronger than me. Larger. They wont give me another chance. They had enjoyed themselves. They already got what they wanted.
They have played with my body long enough for there was nothing left. There is nothing else to be done. I can't see them.
But I see myself.
I see my wrists been broken in half. I see my torso contract during the aggression. I see my last vein of strength dispersing in a weakened cry. I see my jaw been broken and the puke of blood drip down from what is left of my mouth. I see my own body being dropped on the ground...
I see myself the same way they left me. No tears to shed. ‘Cause there's nothing left inside of me. Only the horror of that memory.
I only see myself and the torments that I went through. For I know that they didn’t wanted me to see them. I knew it from the start. When they placed a blindfold over my eyes.
Credited to Drin, L. P. '