My Thoughts Create A Sea

Wounds

You're alone.
You're in a small room, alone, and you don't know where you are.
You suddenly woke up here, no explanation or hint given.
Your body screams in pain, it feels as if there is something trying to break out.

You look down and suddenly see all those cuts and bruises you got throughout your life reappearing.
That cut you got on your ankle is dripping blood, the two giant wounds on your knees from summer are waterfalls of red.
The cuts on your elbows are crying silently with you.
The bruises from practice on your arms and legs pound at you and beg for you to stop touching them.
The scraps from falling on the gym floor are stinging with pain.
There's blood falling down your face from picking at your pimples.

Your in pain and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
You watch helplessly as your blood flows out of you without stop.
You feel nauseous.
Your stomach is burning and twisting, telling you it's going to give you another problem to deal with.
You gag, then heave over and retch onto the dirty carpet below you.

Once you stop vomiting you see that your vomit is also red.
Once you look at your wounds again, your vision starts to become blurry.
Once your vision becomes blurry, you fall onto your side, away from your vomit.
Once you fall onto your side, you start seeing things.

There's a shadow in the corner.
There's something on the ceiling.
There's something standing outside the door.
There's something looking at you.

You watch your puddle of blood stain the floor.
You watch as it floods the whole room.
You watch as it starts to drown you.
You watch as the room starts to fill up.
You aren't dead yet, but you will be soon.

The red starts to choke you.
Your blood continues to flow.
The air in your lungs dissapears.
You try to flail, but it's helpless.
Your blurry vision becomes black.
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