There's this restless feeling in my stomach, alerting me that I am in danger. I thought I was only dreaming.
But when I woke up and got out of bed, I was already in a different room, a room that is the epitome of bloody. It is dark and eerie around here, and my eyes are the only ones that are glowing.
When I could no longer unsee the remnants of blood splashed all over the wall, my dark past flashed before me.
I started to heave unconditionally.
"This isn't happening! How did I get here?"
I clamped my head and screamed, and I screamed till my throat dried out.
"No! No! No! This cannot be..." I dashed to the rustic metal door and banged it with my fists. Memories of torture crippled my rational thoughts as I succumbed to them.
I am out of my mind. I could not stay calm, and I began r
