[1519] in Depressing_Thoughts
Nightmare
whycare@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (whycare@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Thu Oct 4 20:29:59 1990
I am hidden/live in a cottage composed of two distinct sections: a
small and sterile modern section consisting of the bedrooms and
bathrooms and a large musty antique section, the living room, dining
room, and kitchen. The window beside my bed is wide open as I lie in
slumber, the downpour beating against my back and the wind howling
across my ear. It is early evening and there is no artificial lighting
in the room. I believe that this is the best of all possible worlds.
Then THEY(my family) appear. THEY have found me.`How could this have
happened?!,' I nervously think to myself. My legs are paralyzed.
Then their hands reach into the window and grab at my flesh. They moan
at me. I hear my mother call me in anguish `Me' Me'!'. I turn my head
and see the pangs of desperation on her face: she wants my soul. I
panic, yet I cannot move. Suicidal desires overwhelm my body. THEY
know: I have lied to them and deceived them. They don't understand.
They never believed me. I hear in the distance the sirens of the
ambulances they have called to take me away. I am mute. I want to die.
