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This is the most likely reason I have insomnia... stare
I'm in a white room. White walls, nothing else. I am seated in the middle of the room wearing a frilly black dress that is in perfect contrast to the rest of the room. I cannot move. What?! I am not bound up and yet I cannot move! I try screaming; no sound escapes my throat. I try again, but it is all in vain.
I am alone. The room suddenly gets colder. It is so cold that I cannot breathe. The walls seem to close in on me. I feel something damp flowing from my eyes. Tears? No. Red splatters upon my dress reveal that it is blood. I remain calm. What's the reasoning in screaming for help when no one is here? My dress is gradually turning more and more red. Odd; it is nowhere but on my dress.
The once-black dress is now red.
I gasp.
The white room is black.
And then...
I am dead.
 -Fleeting Infamy- · Thu Apr 05, 2007 @ 03:59am · 1 Comments |
