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My neck hurts, and it feels as if my legs won’t cooperate if I attempt to stand. The lights were so bright, before I was surrounded by nothing but darkness. I have no idea where I am, but I fear that it is not safe here. The noises keep coming closer. I have no idea what they are. Voices have been in my head forever, now it feels as if they are real. It all went wrong somehow. I have no idea where it when any of this ends I just hope it ends soon.


The click of the lock broke me out of my thoughts; I was amazed to see a large woman in a white uniform. “Time for your medication, we want you to get well. You want that too don’t you?”

Where am I? What are the voices? Is it all a dream or am I really in need of medication? (other than the obvious) Are delusions what I hope ends soon, or do I want to wake up from a nightmare?

The word is amazed and the limit for this post was 150 word, this post is 134 words. Clicking the link will take you to M3 and the offical rules.

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Red said…
For so many the delusions are comfortable and the norm. The medicine is scary when it takes your friends away...

Great flash, Laurie.
xxx
February 16, 2013 at 10:37 AM
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