Glimmer Of Hope

Where the hell have you been?! We're going to be late!" Emilie scolded without anything as simple as a 'how do you do'.

"Sorry" I grumble trying to avoid any eye contact.

"You didn't answer me" she sang. Just shut the fuck up!

"I uh fell asleep and woke up late. That's all" I said easily.

"Hey, what's the matter? You look like you've been crying." Marien asks concerned. At least she's nice.

"Nothing I'm just tired" I rush, resting my head on the side of the car.

"Who's car is this anyways?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Oh it's my brothers. He's out of town so don't fuck it up Emilie" Marien warns pointing at her.

Emilie just waves her hands up in surrender and starts the engine.

We start on the freeway and I fall asleep to the sound of them attempting to sing Pray for Plagues.



I'm restrained. What the hell? The faint sound of whispers, maniacal laughter, and screaming fill my ears. I lay on a gurney. Something is pulling me along, but there's no one there. I pass by several rooms occupied by screaming women, men, and children. This place screamed Mental Institute.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" I pass a woman, shriveled up in a dark corner with her hands clawing her
face.

"You! You! You!" She screeched pointing her long, pale finger at me.

She charged for me but ended up on the ceiling hanging from a noose. I shiver in my restraints and I'm pulled further along.

We stop at another room and there is one ballerina stuck in one pose. She's being held up by strings and her head was facing a cracked mirror. She reminds me of this doll I had when I was a baby. Before everything went bad. I smiled at the slightest crack of a good memory.

Her once beautiful porcelain skin was now cracked and dull. Her hand-painted smile, faded and sad.

"Help me, help me." she repeated in a shaky whisper.

"Why didn't she take care of me? She just threw me away like I was nothing. That's all I am. Nothing. I trusted her. I let her use me" She cried silently.

"I'm sorry" I plead.

Her head jerks toward me and the other half of her face is completely gone.

"You! It was you! You did this! Your fault! Your fault! " she screeched.

Before I could speak, I hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

"The doctor." She said shakily. "He's here" her voice faded to a whisper.

She went back to her forced pose and flashed a fake smile.

The bars of the cell closed in as she is pulled up from her prison.

I am pulled further along until we stop at a long hallway. A straight jacket clings tightly on my torso and I am lifted from the gurney. Two nurses, their faces caked with happy clown makeup hold me from each arm. They're not smiling underneath. You can see the sorrow in their face. Their eyes are covered with bandaids, they're blind. The end of the hallway I'm at is neat and perfect. But you can see as the hall goes on, things become broken and dark. I feel my body shiver and my breathing becomes uneven. I don't know what's on the other end of that hallway but something is telling me that it's not good. I just know I do not want to go in there.The nurses force me toward the end of the hallway and this horrible feeling grows in my stomach. I resist but the more I do, the more pressure crashes in on my chest.

"No need to act that way, darling" one of the nurses says. She sounds like a robot forced to say that one
line. They repeat the same line as I resist but progresses into a dark and low tone.

The wallpaper is starting to fade now, the furniture is rotting. The dust is building up and once beautiful family portraits are now grim and sad. Mirrors are breaking and lights are going out. Before I know it were at the end of the hall and my heart is beating through my chest. We're standing at a door that says 'Morgue'. The door opens and it's a theatre. In the rows sit multiple nurses with the same caked makeup. All heads turn to me as they walk me down the aisle. The curtains are ripped and faded but Im not able to see through them.

The nurses sit me down in the front row still clutching to my arms. The curtains start to open and I see a familiar face. Daddy? What is he doing here?

As you can tell, I'm at the point of the dream where you believe anything that's happening. It's real even though it's not.

He was wearing a white hospital gown and he looked deathly ill. I started to scream and kick and push but the nurses were stronger than I would ever be. They gagged my mouth and chained my ankles to my seat. Quiet tears passed my eyes and the cloth in my mouth was making me gag. I tried screaming through the cloth but all that came out were muffled curses and cries. He stood on top of a chair his left hand gripping a thick rope. He gave a quick smirk before bowing to the crowd. I heard a lower muffled scream come from the back of the stage. Out came Andre who was fighting the nurses but they'd shock him with a taser every time he resisted. His hospital gown read 'Sacrifice'. They're sacrificing him? No they can't! He glanced at me every few seconds and his eyes screamed 'Help me'. I could have helped him, he could've still been here...

I feel like my ribs are broken. I don't know what to do. What are they doing? What kind of shit is this?!
They chain Andres legs to the floorboards and sit him in a chair, restraining his arms. Meanwhile, my dad still clutches the rope with a nasty smirk on his face. What's happening? What happens when he pulls the rope? Tell me! Everything is going too fast. Tears drip and drip from the faces of Andre and I. Our screams echo through the theatre as the clowns begin to laugh a screech and it's so loud and I'm going crazy. The tears still drip as my dad gives a deep breath. The laughing grows louder, I hear the beating hearts. The grip on the rope grows tighter and I scream once more.

He pulls the rope sending bottles of alcohol come flying down. Slashing and cutting.The horror. The blood, the screams, the laughs, my head is pounding, I'm screaming. The blood drips down to the floor. My father smiling and praising the pain. Andre screaming trying to get away. Tears the tears drip down our faces. Something rips through my straight jacket. Invisible demon, a coward it is. Slash and burn me with your sharp tongue. You are my friend, my companion, the pain relieves my sorrow. The demons are my angels, trapping me, saving me. The blood of my father, Brother and I spill through the floor. Laughter fills through my head and the screaming and laughing has stopped.
There lies my brother and my father. I run to my brother slipping and I see his eyes fading. I take his head in my bloody hands, unable to say a word.

"Y-your fault" he barely whispered, fading away.

His last words stung my soul. He's gone. It's my fault, I'm the one to blame. I look over to my father, pointing at me with bloody tears.

"Your fault" he managed to say and his body gave in.

I grip my hair, sobbing and screaming. Hitting the floor with my fists, splintering my hands. But I didn't care, this pain was just too much. I hear a constant drip of a faucet. It's so annoying. I scream over the sound.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Shut up! Fuck! Fuck!" I'm hyperventilating. I feel my heart beat out of my chest and I can't breathe. I'm underwater, slowly suffocating and drowning slowly. In Houdinis water chamber. My suffering is an entertainment.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why?! Fuck " I muffled, not caring about swallowing water.

I looked up and saw an army of the nurses.

"Your fault!" They all screeched,making my ears ring.

The glass of the chamber breaks and I too, am gone.




The car door swings open making my head hang out of the car. There stood Emilie, arching her eyebrow and a hand on her hip.
"You alright? You're sweating a lot." She asks.
"Yeah, just had a bad dream" I whispered.
I got up and out of the car. My heart was still beating fast as I stumbled out on the sidewalk. This place were staying at is really nice for a motel. More like a Marriott than a hotel. I'm trying to distract myself from the pain I'm in at the moment. I'm holding in all these emotions and I feel like throwing them all up. I start to think back to the dream again... That horrible dream straight from hell...

Notes

Hey lovelies. I'm so so so sorry I haven't been on lately! I've had a lot go on these two months, counting the days that I've left you hanging. I hope you all are still there! I've felt so bad this whole time. I love you all <3

So how have you all been? I hope you've been good! Do you like this chapter? I do sort of haha. Was this hard to understand? Or are you all good? title credit to Avenged Sevenfold, the first band I fell in love with. I might update again today, maybe not, I'm still debating.

STAY STRONG AND REMEMBER YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Love,
Patryce/Kelci <3

@WriteIsLife I hope you don't hate me, ily.


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