Nightmares

As my thoughts drifted into nightmares, realities became tainted and warped into the most sick fantasies that I could ever imagine. It was worse, now that I was locked up, a sense of claustrophobia, both physically and mentally, often swept over me, coming in waves like pain and shocking little bolts, like lightning or electricity.

Then, through the blurred mist of my streams of nightmares, a sharply clear image appeared as if in high definition. It was her.

Her terrible eyes seemed to smoulder, burning through my mind like a laser beam.

"Go away!"

I begged in a shrill whisper.

"What if I don't want to?"

She sneered as I began to sob convulsively.

The End

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