Dreamer's Cage

03.30.2020 On my knees. My breath was heavy but frantic. I hear cries around me. I tried to cover my ears, but I couldn't move. Not an inch... I kept saying to myself to not cry like the others. To stay quiet. To breathe deeper, slower, but silence. To close my eyes and think of where I wanted to be; away.  This intense panic brushed me. I opened my eyes and the shoes were in front of me. Towards me. I kept my glance on the shoes and my tears started to roll down. My breath; steady. My chest feels like it's suffocating. My mind raced to questions.  Why is this happening?  Is this how I grow?  I felt my shoulders drop and my breath slow down, my eyes still drolling. I took my last inhale. The body; paralyzed. Knees locked in place. Hands together. I look up and the right side of my face feels nothing but pain.  I saw the buckle of the belt and I saw blood drip on the rug.  The foot moved on to the next one and I immediately got...

03.27.2020 The T.V. turned on. Static. No show. No noise. Just a silent static... I sat in a room with an empty table except these papers written with dates on them. Just dates. Nothing more. Someone sat in front of the TV. Phone out. Looking at me and the phone. I don't know who it was.  I walked towards the person and the figure faded away. I was left with nothing but the papers of dates in my hands. A voice talked, "I need to delete these. These are fucked up to have." I asked, "Why?" The papers started to fly away. I ran towards the papers as if they were important and they started to fade away.  The figure slowly appeared again and stood on the table.  The papers were underneath the figure's foot. "They are my past" and I asked, "Why? They are past memories you never wanted to leave."  I get a gentle touch on my hand and I asked; "Why do you want to delete those pasts now and not consider it in the begin...

03.25.2020 I was in a hallway. Super dark but enough to kinda see that it's a hallway. I had nothing to see with. I remember making sure my right hand and my right foot were touching the wall. To guide me where I am and not get lost (to know for myself that I was walking forward and only forward. The purpose of touching the wall with my foot was to make sure I would be able to pinpoint a socket which allows me to know that I'm either inside or outside a building). I don't know why I did that whole 'touch the wall' thing but that's just what I did when I couldn't see anything. When I kept walking forward I started to get really nervous and a little scared. The air started to feel heavy and I still couldn't hear or see anything.  I started to hear this whisper behind me calling my name. It was so chilling that I started to sprint. The whisper started to become louder and it started to feel like this voice had malicious intent from my past triggers...