Im awake. I sit up in the chair Ive been laying in. How long have I been in here? I stare at my body, its become somewhat frail, there are needles in my arms. I rip them all out. As I try to stand I almost collapse and struggle to hold myself up. I look around the room and what Ive been living is all around me. Memories and images all spinning around in a sphere. A sign above a door reads: PRISON OF MY OWN MAKING. I fly into a rage. I rip all the cords connecting to the needles in thee chair that have been feeding the delusion I was living in. And as I rip that last tether, as if it was the power cord, the room becomes distorted. The images that once floated around inside break down like a digital program until they fade. I regain myself and senses. I open the door and the light hits me. Everything begins to come back; how I got there; why I was in there in the first place. I close the door and place my palm on the pad next to the door. The arc-bracelet reacts to my thoughts and the room is jettisoned into the dark. With a heavy heart I know Ive done the right thing as the light begins to fade from the room. Sorry Angel, I say to myself, I should have done this long ago. I turn and begin to walk down the hall. Its time to live..
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 02:04:38 +0000
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