I felt so insecure, I felt like something was wrong with my head. I wanted to cry, but the doctor only sat besides me. Why does he smile if his grinning mask hides such grim ideas? Yet...he holds my hand as he whispers such innocent words, to comfort, but he still scares me. I think he wants me to open up to him.
This dream I had before I woke up, almost in rivers of tears, scared me the most:
I fell into a river, yet I felt like I could breath. A boat passed through the lake of the stars, it was mid-night. I found myself flying instead, I never drowned, but floated up.
A shadow in the boat, their eyes shinning with the bleeding yellow moon above our heads.
I saw the familiar building, the one I was trapped in, but what worried me the most was the fear in the person's eyes. Suddenly, they fell off the boat as they beat their fists against their chest, I too felt that sudden stop in my chest. My heart stopped, but I was able to breath. All I could do is watch as the figure faded into the black waters, the moon burned crimson then black, outlining the rest of the stars that were hidden behind the twilight beams of the moon.
I continued to float, the devouring crunches of the water beasts ripping the limbs of the figure that continued to fade slowly in my mind, unable to see but to feel the painful tearing against my skin.
