Nightmare chapter one

My fists are pounding on the hard cement door that remains solid and firmly shut. I can hear the screams coming from below, they sound like ferocious animals in pain. I know that they are just people like me, but the difference is that they have given up a long time ago. These humans that are almost not human, seem so demented that I am sick with fear. They are not like me; they live in their own ghostly shell. My hands start to cramp, and the screaming vibrated around me, sometimes a loud thump rattles my eardrum. I shriek louder, almost punching the door, I myself start to become like they are; losing my mind from the fear.
As my hands turn bloody, I start gasping from the shock. I somehow ended up here, but how? Where exactly am I? I turn around slowly as tears stream from my eyes. The horrible wails seem to have quieted so I creep slowly down the splintered stairs, knowing that in order to escape I must face the horrors ahead.
A hand reaches out of the darkness, grasping for me. “Please….please…” the voice whispers, but then it fades, there is nothing. I still hear some screeching, but as I wind through the eerie corridors, each one leading to more emptiness, I realize that somehow they ended up somewhere below me. I hope that I can find another way up before I have to go down.
Suddenly, a barrage of feisty lunatics jump into my path, and I scream as I turn around and run. Now where do I go? I think. Which turn will take me out? I have no idea, I can’t see anything. Blindly I stumble on, and finally I find myself at some stairs, going down. I can’t turn back around; the horrific humans are gaining. I have no choice, so I gulp in some stale air as I creep carefully down the cement stairs. Groaning and wailing assault my ears, drowning out what is coming for me behind. I finally can see, as I near the bottom steps, but now I wish that I couldn’t. A beam of light glows dimly from above, leaving the monsters in shadows. They are crowded together in a circle, intent on something in the middle. I cringe to think of what that might be, but am glad they are too busy to notice me.
Unfortunately, I am still being followed and now the screams are heard by the others. Now they turn around slowly….and quickly they run towards me. Before I can believe what I am seeing, I am surrounded. There is a loud siren blaring in the air, and then I realize it’s me.


Great Dramatic Poetry

Therapist Shit
As I saunter into the clean, sterile waiting room
Strange beings are staring.
I think that they’re thinking
“I wonder what’s wrong with her?”
The same as everyone else there, I must be crazy.

Years and years it seems to take while people move
In and out. Is it almost my turn?
Yes it is, here she is now,
But I want to go home.
She doesn’t give me that choice.

I sit there in a daze, a twisted mesh. What is it I just muttered?
What is it you wanted to ask me?
No, no strange dreams. Only a sensation
Of being imprisoned. Imprisoned where? she asks.
How about in hell?

Eventually I can’t hear her anymore. I stop focusing,
I just want out. I don’t tell her
how I need to escape this dark pit.
I have told her enough.
I sit and wait.

It has finally passed by. I attempt to retrieve
My left behind mysteries.
Affairs that I chose not to unclothe
In the dreary, bright kind of atmosphere
Where I try to explain, but the thoughts
are all jumbled together.
All seeming hopeless.

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