The voices get increasingly louder. Yelling, screaming, hitting, crying, arguing all at each other. Tears stroll down my own cheeks, just from listening to them. I taste the salt on my lips as the situation increases, laced with poison and hate. But it only gets worse, the echo of flesh hitting flesh and the rapid increase of my heart.
Suddenly, it all disappears when I bolt up in bed, soaked in a cold sweat. My ears strain to hear anything, while I try to contain my breathing and slow my thudding heart. The events of the crazy dream still repeat continuously in my mind as I try to rid myself of the horrible oncoming sense of déjà vu.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
