The present of the past I felt a sickly feeling of moist skin touching me. I struggled to open my eyes. It felt like a hundred needles were piercing my skin. I felt my hair being pulled at and parts of my skin being ripped like a piece of material. Feet. Running feet.
That’s all I could see. The lights are so dim. What’s wrong with me? I don’t feel like myself at all. A piercing headache. A storm. Thunder.
My parents are asleep. I closed their door gently. I went and sat on my windowsill. I needed to clear my head from everything that was going on. I peered out of the window looking at the gloomy world.
Water pouring down from the sky like a giant waterfall. As a crash of lightning flashed I saw a body lying in the sand. I felt a feeling of danger and fright, I loved it. I quickly put on my coat and boots and went out to see what it was. A piercing scream. The puddle in which the body lay in was mixed with dirt and blood.
Another crash of lightning, A piercing scream. My dead dogs body lay there, massacred. Green. Green hands.
Green hands over my mouth. A sickly taste of rotten fish. I tried biting it to get away but it was as hard as rock. 722446277. Repeating in my head. 722446277.
722446277. Its driving me mad. It feels like my head is going to explode. 722446277. Needles. In my body.
Needles, metal, blood, tests. 722446277. My eyes, my ears, my skin, my precious china doll skin, all gone. Chemicals, in and out of my body.
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The path is muddy. The colors not so bright. The distance seems to short but seems to take so long. My feet feel short. I feel as if my body was completely different. My house in the distance.
The roof that was once a rich color of red seems to have washed out. My parents hardly even notice me. I try to say something to them. Try to tell them how much I missed them but a strange noise came out.
I tried again. I tried to scream but only that strange noise came out. My parents smiled at me and petted my head, saying those words that repeated in my head “good dog.”.