The Dreams

Once again I stood in the darkness, holding my head in pain as the voices were getting louder. I tried to run from it all, but the darkness followed me no matter how far I ran. I wanted the voices to go away, yet they never stopped from the time they came. They constantly prodded at my thoughts and tried to take control of me. Every moment of my existence was being torn apart and recreated with lies. Voices of friends laughed in my head, confusing me of what happened in the past. Altered scenes from my memories were flashed across my vision, good memories were changed to bad. Hundreds of voices were going through my head telling me how worthless I was. They were forcing me to believe the memories they had created for me. I grabbed at my head trying to get the voices to stop, yet I only caused more pain for myself. My nails cut into my face, creating deep scratches. They were making me unable to think or speak, until it all went silent and I opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me again, staring at me just like before. Only this time he was laughing at me. He walked in a slow circle around me on the ground. He waved a black bladed dagger at me, laughing even more each time I opened my mouth trying to scream. Cloaked Figure, 'Will you ever realize your helpless here? There is nothing you can do to stop this. Give up on trying to fight it, you are weak and will not hold out long. We will give you a better life then what you are living right now.' I shook my head at him, trying to scream as loud as I could. The torture would never end until I gave in, yet something was preventing me from letting it take control of me. Cloaked Figure, 'Then you will continue to endure the pain!' I sat up suddenly, fully awake with the dream over. The voices still echoed through my mind, not quite as loud as they were in the dream. I could feel deep cuts and scratches all over my face, not remembering how I got them. The only thing I could remember from the dream was the figures words.