Axe and the Staring Eyes

Opening my eyes.
The pain ripped through my very being.
Laying there.........waiting.
Seeing..........the room.
Eyes staring......photo's flutering.
Tap tap of bare tree against window.
Drip drip of.
Drip drip..........of
Of......of......

My eyes opened wider as I realised the drip drip on my face.
Liquid running down my skin, it was.......
blood! 
Looking up....
Above stood a man, axe in one hand with fresh blood driping off. Looking towards the mans face, I began to see....

Blood pouring out of his eyes.........out of HIS EYES!!! 
Trying to scream, I found no air to use.
Panick rose up in my body. 

Closing my eyes, I heard...

thump,thump,thump

The horrible things were back,

The flying death

The misfits

And The Ringmaster

The thumping came again and again and again.
It never stopped. It rebounded off my head.
The staring, the thumping, the blood.
It's too much!
I want to cry but again I felt my self immoblized. Suffering in silence!

Not all stories have happy endings.

For now I prove it........

The End

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