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Literature
Pandora's Box So I decided to post some of my writing. Let me know what you think! tips greatly appreciated! IT HAS BEEN UPDATED. I apologize for the bugs!
The nightmares have gotten worse. No light is too much. Sometimes even the overhead light isn’t enough. Because they’re still there, lurking in the corners. With so much light, I no longer sleep. My parents think I’m insane. I would too except for the scars, the ones that line my arm and torso. The doctors say I made them, in my madness. But I know the truth. These were made by something else. Something that wants me dead. Because they know what I’ve done, and there's no escape. I feel it inside me, clawing to get out. Tearing me apart. And when they come for you, they will come for you; you can't hide, for they will always find you.
March 21, 2013 12:31 PM Recording #4 Patient 43A
[recording starts. A small girl enters. Chairs scraping]
Speaker 1: Hello Emma, I’m glad you could join me. How are you feeling today?
Emma: mmm I’m feeling
