I've endured to much pain, to much death, to many bad things have happened to me. I can't handle it anymore. I lay on my bed and I stare at Nothing. I can't allow myself to feel anything anymore.
I look around me. I'm in a cell. I see war boys comming my way. There's absolutely nothing I can do. I notice I'm sitting in a corner, fear starts to wash over me. The war boys enter the cell that I'm in. They've all got an ugly smirk on their faces. My heart begins to pump faster. They all surround me and before they touch me I wake up screaming, "Don't fucking touch me!". I'm drenched in sweat and breathing heavy.
It's been a few days. I haven't spoken to anyone. The same nightmare happens every night now. I can't think straight, I can't eat, I can't speak. Sometimes I can't even feel. I don't want to feel this. I hate this, and I hate myself.
The anger and hatred coursing through my veins have made me bitter. I don't remember who I am anymore. I don't feel like myself but I don't even know who myself is. My body can't relax anymore, I barely sleep. I feel like I've lost all sanity. I'm drowning in these thoughts and feelings. There's nothing left in me.
I see Max and Phoenix and Furiosa every once in a while but I avoid them as much as possible. I try to keep myself in the training room, getting rid of some of my anger and hatred. I've broken so many chains now. I've broken myself.
I can't think straight! The voices in my head, they won't stop screaming at me. Sometimes I even hear myself. What's wrong with me? Why can't I fix myself? Maybe I'm too far gone. There's only so much pain a person can handle before they break. There's only so much pain I can handle.
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Highway To Hell (Mad Max Fanfiction)
FanfictionThis story is about four people who find each other in Gas Town and seem to recognize each other. After the Fury Road war Gas Town has been a big problem. Furiosa and Max keep the Citadel in tact. They find two girls and slowly become close with the...
