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It was cold. It was dark. It was quiet.
Being chained to the wall with enchanted locks.
Slipping in and out of consciousness.
He came. He came.
People think I'm crazy, because I'm screaming at nothing, right? No.
He still has that vicious smirk painted on his face, for no one else can see him. No one except me.
Nobody can hear me scream.
Nobody can hear me cry.
No one else can hear the voice controlling me.
A soul taking over everything fibre of my being.
Misuses me, in every possible way.
Only lives to hear me scream in agony.
I live a life of complete insanity.
Not once a moment to spare.
Beating me up, until I go mindless.
No one sees what I can see.
People say I'm crazy, maybe I am.
But, I see things that are real, not imaginary.
They are real. They all are real.
They were always real.
YOU ARE READING
Holding on
Teen Fiction"They say I'm schizophrenic. They say I'm mental. They say I'm insane. I probably am, after everything that happened. I never really had a choice. It was never my choice. I never asked for this. It's not my choice to the fact that I wasn't born...
