HORROR IN MY HEAD.

How'dy peeps👋🌚. Remember the days we used to write catchy,captivating, soothing stories😂. Forced to make ourselves the victims or part of the story to make it interesting 😪. Yeah I know it was boring 😂 but I thought of doing it again. Let's see how it goes😌........

           Horror In My Head

I tried waking up but I couldn't. Every part of my body was aching. I tired getting a clear vision but the blinding white lights were sure making it hard. "Ma'am please don't strain you just woke up from a comma." A comma for how long have I been here? "How long?" I mumbled not knowing whether she'd heard. "Ma'am, you've been here two year and a few months." Two years since that night the last thing I remember was that night. Who brought me here? I had no family no home... That night I now swear someone was there.

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  It was a dark night, I could feel the wind sway. I can't lie it was cold but satisfying. I could slowly feel my breath even with a glass at hand the content was smooth vodka. This was a habit I had picked up a few months back when everything came tumbling down. I knew it would happen someday but I didn't know when. I had servere memory loss or we can call it an amnesia when I was a child. Don't get me wrong I had a family a life after that tragedy but I didn't know what. After a million therapy sessions I decided to stop. I mean why would I wanna know a past that didn't wanna be known. "You can stop the therapy but not the meds." She said I still don't know her name the therapist. I mean why would I even want to know her?



I could hear thunder from a distance but that didn't bother me at all it happened a lot in this small town, but it rarely rained talk about being unique it did try. I remembered these words since the day it all started happening the dark memories filled with crimson red blood all over the place the nighmares. Did I live in a horror or some haunted house I asked myself at first. I wanted to talk to someone but I seemed like some delusional crazy fictional child. I had to figure this out alone. I took a swing on the liquid it was a little bitter but satisfying. A drop I was so sure I felt it a cold drop this wasn't at all normal. The normal drops were warm and they were felt all the way from my eyes flowing softly.


I saw bright light I could swear it was lighting followed by very loud thunder. Then it followed the drops they were flowing sofly and cold all over my skin. I still stood my ground but this time a little freaked out. I was on my silk nightgown and some flops my hair in old braid no harm done right. That was just about it for anyone who passed the glass still on my hand still taking small sips. My body was used to this position every night until my glass was empty. I could swear anyone who saw me would think I waited for clavary to come save me.   

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In reality I was frozen in that way but this time I could swear I saw them. I could swear I heard a gun being shot and a scream that could most definitely deafen me ring in my ears. Growing up I had no close friend. I was a quiet kid the one who hated attachment and being close to people. Mummy said I didn't trust people too much. I could see it in her eyes she knew something. Enough of that the deafening sounds grew even more deafing I could swear they grew more and more and more scream by scream I couldn't hear the rain drop anymore. I swear I heard glass shatter I could also swear I felt a pain on my right foot and a whimper and a loud scream that wasn't another persons it was mine.                                 

Suddenly the darkness grew darker. Blood was oozing and someone I was holding was shot. I could swear it was real. It happened, I think I slipped in mud on shattered glass then there was no one there but me the screaming stopped and I was there wailing bleeding falling into that dark again but this time a peaceful dark and all was quiet and somewhere in my heart I felt that this was going to be the last night they'd see me alive with a glass full of clear liquid... But here I was more than two years later in a hospital bed all alone not even the one who brought me here came to see me two days after waking up.

Well that was a terrifying flashback😂. I don't know how boring or interesting it was, but I think I tried😂😌. Tell me what you think 😊.