Turning on the shower placing it as hot as it can be, and removing my suit, followed by me sitting down as my mind tries to find out why his kids are not punished, it doesn't make sense. A headache runs through me as I remember a boy holding the hand of a woman. "Ugh, those stupid images. They didn't happen! Why can't I forget you? I made you! You're not real!" I yell aloud as I keep crying, wishing, hoping those images in my head are real and losing all motivation as my body has no more energy to even think as I keep crying. My skin is scalding but healing at the same rate, the physical pain should be helping me feel something, yet it doesn't. The water runs down my entire body as my mind is not thinking, no thoughts. The white on the walls looks so, white. I don't feel my skin scalding, I don't feel a thing. Do I even exist? Why am I myself? Why not someone else? Why not someone happy? Curling into a ball takes the rest of my energy as I look into wall.
A Hero by the Name of Silk
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