Inner Fear
Your in a room.
There are no windows. No lights.
Your tied up and blinded by a fabric.
You hear a voice. It says your name.
You try to scream. Your mouth is tapped.
Are you going to die?
Warmth stings your chest. Pain appears as if called from the bottem of hell.
You start to hear a man's laughter. Sickly and dangerous.
You feel weak. Your body starts to grow numb.
Why is he doing this?
He speaks again. He says your name.
You feel his breath kiss your face as he talked.
The smell of his drink makes you dizzy.
You feel a blade on your neck.
Then....You feel nothing.
Copyright © Chelsea Ouellette | Year Posted 2013
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