Internal Wounds
A scream burst forth from bloody lips, an ear splitting sound that made the blood run cold whilst adrenaline spiked to an unbearable height. Who knew such a tiny figure was able to produce such a large sound? This. Is my subconsciousness. My every waking moment a nightmare built around a fear I can not control. It consumes me, confines me to a solitary position where I trust no one. I wasn't always this way. I wasn't always broken, bleeding inside with no hope and no peace. I want freedom. Liberty from this hell.