Autism hornets aftermath

The nightmare

Charlie chirped nervously as Sarah lead him upstairs, Glancing over at all the super dark shadows he saw as he looked down at her

"I-I don't see why I have to sleep sarah!! Really its fine!"He looked at her worried, Yet The moment he heard the familiar sound of pills rattling in a bottle he knew he couldn't argue anymore

"No Fighting Charlie, You need to sleep. Plus you have everyone else around! You can't fight sleep" She said, pouring out some pills into her hand as she turned to look at him with a glass of waterHe chirped again as he shakily took the pills and the glass of water

"I'm telling you sarah this won't be good!!"

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Why The fuck Do I always have to be right

why can't sarah believe me anymore and just let me stay awake. Instead I get prescribed pills I don't want to take, And forced to relive the same nightmare over and over again.

It always starts with me following it. I have no idea why I am, I just always end up making that mistake. It ends up turning to me at some point and screeching, That's when the true horror begins as I start to run.

It chases me, It always fucking chases me until I end up tripping and falling into some weird tunnel, Rolling onto my back only to feel something against my throat. making me scream out because it BURNS. It burns so much and I just want it to STOP TOUCHING ME

No matter how much I scream and cry however, I always end up In the same position, with It sitting on my chest and raising a rock up over my head.

Even with all my memory problems, with how little I remember of the actual event...

I can still feel the popping of my eye when I try to sit up. 

The feeling of teeth and blood falling into my mouth as it destroys my jaw. 

the feeling of my skull fracturing as my head gets bashed in.

 And that...thing! That static person whose voice sounds so familiar but I can't recall where I've heard it from no matter how hard I try... It just doesn't stop attacking. even long after the physical wounds have been recreated, It keeps bashing at my face, at my skull. 

I've long since lost count of how many times it keeps going before it stops and I'm forced to get up and run again.