There is a man who screams in the night. His screeches echo in my mind, they make my skin crawl, they make me want to gouge my eyes out with tweezers and cut my ears off with dental floss.
He screams to make me wake up from peaceful dreams. He wants me to be awake all the time. He wants to keep me from my dreams, my safe place.
When he wakes me up, he stays with me. He stays until the sun rises and melts his skin, his screams get louder then.
When he wakes me up he talks to me. He whispers fears and weaknesses to me. He reminds me of my bad memories and my mistakes. He says he's helping me, keeping me aware.
I know better than to believe him, but its so easy to fall into his lies.
He gets me upset until I'm in a fit of anger. Throwing things, screaming in languages I don't know, pulling my hair out and crying.
He knows he has this effect on me. He knows he traps me in my own mind, makes me watch as the others control my body.
Soon after I calm down, right before I take my meds, he whispers apologies to me. He makes me feel comfortable.
I know I shouldn't trust him...
But I can't help it.
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