Greatest Fear
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,268
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Therapy?
AN
YAY!!! My first review, and it’s a nice one!!! Thanks Alorkin! I hope you keep reading and enjoy it!
So…um… ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 3
Therapy?
I was back in my room…
He was gone…
I had relived the worst day of my life….
But I was alone and that’s all that mattered…
Somehow, though, I knew this wouldn’t last…
He would come back…
…
I awoke the next morning not realizing I had even fallen asleep. The sun was shining and it seemed too cheerful for the way I felt. I was exhausted. The nurse from the day before walked in, startling me.
“Good mornin’ to yah un! I trust you slept well?”
I only glared in response. I knew why she had come and I wanted nothing to do with it. They were going to try and “treat” me. It was all a lie though. They just didn’t know what else to call it… more like \"experimentation…\"
“Are ya ready to go?” She didn’t even have the nerve to look me in the eye.
Slowly I sat up, wincing from the pain it caused, and started following her down the hall to the “treatment” rooms. I could smell the sickness around me and I shuddered. I wasn’t sick, not really… All I wanted was to die in peace with my dignity intact! I had no intension of letting them take that away from me…
All too soon we had arrived.
I opened the door a crack to look inside and saw the infamous Mr. Landon on his way out, giving the cute nurse a whole stack of signed photos and ptting her backside as he passed. He always made me smile when I saw him…
“Ah, Maya, come in. Come in. Have a seat dear.” I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was my brother standing before me!
“Brother?” I gasped and nearly choked on a sob that wanted to erupt from my throat.
“Um, Maya, are you ok? You know I’m not your brother; I’m here to help you… Please… Sit down.” I looked up and it was no longer my brother, but a middle aged man in a white robe.
“I- I’m fine…” It was only a whisper, but he heard me.
Slowly I walked forward and sat in the chair he was indicating.
A large grandfather clock sat ticking in the back of the room and for a long time I only stared at it before I realized the man who was trying to help me was talking.
“…So you see Maya… That- Maya? Are you listening?” He seemed annoyed, and I couldn’t blame him.
“I’m sorry…” Again, I could only whisper. This man frightened me and I couldn’t seem to get my voice under control.
The man sighed. “I think I’m going to try something different with you Maya… Why do YOU think your feeling this way?” I only stared.
Eventually he stopped waiting for me to speak and I started to feel uncomfortable. It seemed as though someone was probing my mind because I was suddenly thrust back to the moment my parents died. I was so tired of reliving this single moment and I nearly wept with despair. I had no control over anything any more!
…
Ah… Sweet pain…
After my “therapy” the nurse had aloud me to go into the bathroom alone and I quickly searched for something sharp. I had never cut myself before, but it just seemed like that was the only way I could take my mind off the mental pain of the past… I had to focus on the physical pain of now…
I found it… A broken piece of mirror lying on the counter right in front of me… I picked it up and slowly drew it across my forearm in search of a release… The pink line I had created began to bleed and I felt as if I was finely in control of something, even if it was only pain…
“Are ya alight in there, hun?” The crackly voice of the nurse startled me back to reality, and it was torture…
…
Sleep finely took me and the moon watched over me…
Chilling dreams haunted me…
Words I had written long ago seeped into my unconsciousness…
*Clouds heavy with rain pass into view, a feeling of foreboding presses against my very soul, and I shed tears of crimson. My heart has been shattered like crystal, and a thousand glittering pieces fall away into the blackness of time
Living a life that is no longer my own, a wash out of color traded for monotony. Light flashes before my eyes and the memories have no meaning to me. Keeper of time, taker of life, I curse thee
Life\'s blood spills upon soil damp with tears. Each drop joins in the dance of life. For without death, there cannot be life. And without pain, life has no meaning. Hardships of life are mere wrinkles in the face of time
Winter passes into winter, and life far removed from light remains buried under snow stained with crimson tears. Bleeding fingers claw at the earth searching for their lost soul.*
Then, as I had predicted, Daemon appeared…
AN
Wow! For some reason, that chapter was hard for me to write! Now my brain hurts… Anyway, please review! Even if it’s criticism, or an “I just hate your story” thing. I want to hear what you have to say. That’s how I learn what I’m doing right and wrong! Ok, well, I’m sick, so I’m going to go take some meds… Who knows, I could even write/post the fourth chapter tonight! Yay!
YAY!!! My first review, and it’s a nice one!!! Thanks Alorkin! I hope you keep reading and enjoy it!
So…um… ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 3
Therapy?
I was back in my room…
He was gone…
I had relived the worst day of my life….
But I was alone and that’s all that mattered…
Somehow, though, I knew this wouldn’t last…
He would come back…
…
I awoke the next morning not realizing I had even fallen asleep. The sun was shining and it seemed too cheerful for the way I felt. I was exhausted. The nurse from the day before walked in, startling me.
“Good mornin’ to yah un! I trust you slept well?”
I only glared in response. I knew why she had come and I wanted nothing to do with it. They were going to try and “treat” me. It was all a lie though. They just didn’t know what else to call it… more like \"experimentation…\"
“Are ya ready to go?” She didn’t even have the nerve to look me in the eye.
Slowly I sat up, wincing from the pain it caused, and started following her down the hall to the “treatment” rooms. I could smell the sickness around me and I shuddered. I wasn’t sick, not really… All I wanted was to die in peace with my dignity intact! I had no intension of letting them take that away from me…
All too soon we had arrived.
I opened the door a crack to look inside and saw the infamous Mr. Landon on his way out, giving the cute nurse a whole stack of signed photos and ptting her backside as he passed. He always made me smile when I saw him…
“Ah, Maya, come in. Come in. Have a seat dear.” I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was my brother standing before me!
“Brother?” I gasped and nearly choked on a sob that wanted to erupt from my throat.
“Um, Maya, are you ok? You know I’m not your brother; I’m here to help you… Please… Sit down.” I looked up and it was no longer my brother, but a middle aged man in a white robe.
“I- I’m fine…” It was only a whisper, but he heard me.
Slowly I walked forward and sat in the chair he was indicating.
A large grandfather clock sat ticking in the back of the room and for a long time I only stared at it before I realized the man who was trying to help me was talking.
“…So you see Maya… That- Maya? Are you listening?” He seemed annoyed, and I couldn’t blame him.
“I’m sorry…” Again, I could only whisper. This man frightened me and I couldn’t seem to get my voice under control.
The man sighed. “I think I’m going to try something different with you Maya… Why do YOU think your feeling this way?” I only stared.
Eventually he stopped waiting for me to speak and I started to feel uncomfortable. It seemed as though someone was probing my mind because I was suddenly thrust back to the moment my parents died. I was so tired of reliving this single moment and I nearly wept with despair. I had no control over anything any more!
…
Ah… Sweet pain…
After my “therapy” the nurse had aloud me to go into the bathroom alone and I quickly searched for something sharp. I had never cut myself before, but it just seemed like that was the only way I could take my mind off the mental pain of the past… I had to focus on the physical pain of now…
I found it… A broken piece of mirror lying on the counter right in front of me… I picked it up and slowly drew it across my forearm in search of a release… The pink line I had created began to bleed and I felt as if I was finely in control of something, even if it was only pain…
“Are ya alight in there, hun?” The crackly voice of the nurse startled me back to reality, and it was torture…
…
Sleep finely took me and the moon watched over me…
Chilling dreams haunted me…
Words I had written long ago seeped into my unconsciousness…
*Clouds heavy with rain pass into view, a feeling of foreboding presses against my very soul, and I shed tears of crimson. My heart has been shattered like crystal, and a thousand glittering pieces fall away into the blackness of time
Living a life that is no longer my own, a wash out of color traded for monotony. Light flashes before my eyes and the memories have no meaning to me. Keeper of time, taker of life, I curse thee
Life\'s blood spills upon soil damp with tears. Each drop joins in the dance of life. For without death, there cannot be life. And without pain, life has no meaning. Hardships of life are mere wrinkles in the face of time
Winter passes into winter, and life far removed from light remains buried under snow stained with crimson tears. Bleeding fingers claw at the earth searching for their lost soul.*
Then, as I had predicted, Daemon appeared…
AN
Wow! For some reason, that chapter was hard for me to write! Now my brain hurts… Anyway, please review! Even if it’s criticism, or an “I just hate your story” thing. I want to hear what you have to say. That’s how I learn what I’m doing right and wrong! Ok, well, I’m sick, so I’m going to go take some meds… Who knows, I could even write/post the fourth chapter tonight! Yay!