Fading...

"Hold in there! Dont die now! Come on!!!" Someone shouts as a pounding hand beats against my chest.

My heavy eyes shut against my skin, and my body feels lifted.

My eyes, turn black. A bright light shinning barely near them. Like mist. But foggy and unclear.

With all my strength, I pull open my eye lids. Forcing myself to stay.

"Hold in there, you are doing great."

They lift me up and we head off in a siren ambulance.

The loud noise screaming in my ears, and my head panics.

Please. Dont let this be real.

My eyes continue to attempt to roll back, trying to shut but my will is strong.

The ambulance jolts to a halt, and they rush me inside.

Cloudy vision fills my eyes, as they put a mask against my face.

"Be strong!"

Someone whispers to me, as my eyes shut.

My body relaxes, clouds bouncing around.

Paw prints in the winter snow, as a herd of pups run beside me.

A bright smile shining brightly against my cold face.

Giggles escaping my fog face.

"PUPPIES!!!" my voice shouts.

Dogs trample me, licking my face with joy.

"Hahaha, silly pups. Okie. Okie. Its feeding time. Lets go!"

My body picks up, and the dogs follow me home.

They all get fed quickly, as I climb the stairs to enter our wooden home.

It was the home of my dreams, something I had always wanted growing up.

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My body starts to wake, and my eyes shoot open.

I look down at my whole body.

Im wrapped almost head to toe in white bandages.

A man dressed in a white coat enters the room.

He seemed familiar....and not the good familiar....

"Hello. My darlings darling."

My eyes flash closed. Reopening. Blinking a few times.

It couldnt be.

No.

Please.

No.

"Who are you?" My voice whispers as my throat kills me.

"Im a doctor..well... not really.. im your worst nightmare."

I roll my eyes, acting as he was joking.

"Yea right. My father is my worst night mare."

The man pulls at his hair and at his face...

I knew it.

"But oh darling. I am your father."

"Yes. I might of let the doctors fix you. But that is not the end. You recover. The pain continues."

He walks out the door. Laughing.

The painful guilt feeling in my stomach returns once again.

My head pounds.

I.

Wish.

I .

Was.

Dead.

Why did they let me live? Why cant they sense the feeling I didnt want to keep living this nightmare.

Please.

End my life.