They were back tonight. The voices. The evil people. When I was in the bath. I could feel them. Their hands. Pressing down on my head, further and further under the water. Pushing down with so much force I hit my forehead on the bottom of the bath. Blood stained the water around me, obscuring my vision. I could feel myself slowly losing consciousness. I didn’t want to die by their hands. But I wasn’t getting anywhere. Fighting a losing battle. Until I finally managed to pull my head up.
Yet, now I’m not so sure that it was such a great idea. They’re tormenting me more. Their voices, plaguing my mind. I can’t rid myself of them. They’re always there. And now I’m afraid to sleep. Because they’ll get me in my dreams. In my nightmares. They’ll get me whilst I’m unconscious. They just tried to when I’d only just shut my eyes for them to rest – a break from the bright light downstairs. I was pinned to the floor. I couldn’t move. All the while their hands were enclosed around my throat. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream.
They’re going to kill me, sooner or later.
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I could be listening to music, watching a film or whatever and i can’t enjoy it because there’s somethings in the back of my mind that resurfaces throughout the day everyday.