Chapter 146
Never-ending torture.
Megan’s POV:
I do not know why it always feels this way. It feels like I am getting better then, this happens.
I feel like I am surfacing from a deep ocean, my mind slowly clearing from the fog of hallucinations, but I doubt if I am hallucinating because I see everything.
My body aches, my head spins, and my skin is drenched in sweat. I try to speak, but my voice is barely a whisper.
As I look around, I see Jane’s worried face, her eyes red from crying.
“Jane, are you still here?” I asked her as she walks in with Doctor Lee.
“I thought she was going to leave me alone!” I thought.
“How could I Megan?” Jane said as she took a sat beside me.
“And who are these people?” I asked as I saw some people with her.
“They are your visitors.” Jane said.
“They look familiar, Jane!” I whispered.
“Your long-lost uncle and aunt!” Doctor Lee replied.
However, I did not believe that I thought they were just posing as my aunt and uncle.
With Jane by their sides, I can feel comfortable around them, besides their expressions filled with concern.
I try to smile, to reassure them that I’m okay, but my lips tremble.
My mind races, trying to process what happened. The visions… it all feels like a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. But I know I’m back now, free from its control.
With a daring effort, I lift my hand, and Jane grasps it tightly.
Her touch is warm, comforting, and I feel a sense of safety wash over me. I’m not alone. I’m with my Jane and she’ll help me through this.
As the room continues to spin, I close my eyes, focusing on Jane’s gentle grip. I know I have a long road ahead, but with her by my side, I think I can face whatever comes next.
Jane stands by me, and I drift peacefully to sleep again.
My eyes snap open, and I met with a stranger’s face, not Jane’s.
My mind races, confusion and fear battling for dominance. Where am I? Who is this person?
The stranger’s eyes flicker with a hint of guilt, and I notice a syringe in their hand.
My heart races as I realize I’ve been drugged all these while and this person was behind it.
Panic sets in, and I try to struggle, but my body feels heavy and unresponsive. The stranger’s grip on my hand tightens, and I feel a surge of adrenaline.
“Who are you?” I demand, my voice shaking.
“What did you do to me?” I asked in a whisper.
The stranger’s expression falters, and they hesitate before speaking.
“You’ll be fine,” she says, her voice laced with uncertainty.
“You just need to rest.” She says.
Rest? I don’t want to rest. I want answers. And I want out of here, away from this person and their sinister intentions.
My face contorts, my vision blurs, and the room begins to distort.
The stranger’s face stretches and morphs, their eyes bulging like a grotesque caricature.
Their skin turns a sickly shade of green, and their smile twists into an unpleasant grin.
I feel myself being pulled back into the abyss of hallucinations, the darkness closing in around me like a suffocating shroud.
“No, no, no!” I scream in my mind continuously.
But my voice is trapped in a silent nightmare. The room spins, colors bleeding together like a mad artist’s canvas.
The walls seem to melt, like wax in a furnace, and the floor beneath me becomes a sea of writhing snakes.
I am trapped in a never-ending loop of terror, my mind fragmenting into a thousand shattered pieces.
The stranger’s face dissolves into a sea of horrible faces, each one more twisted than the last.
I see eyes that burn with an otherworldly fire, mouths that stretch into screams of agony, and skin that crawls with vermin. The faces blend together of horrors that refuses to end.
I’m drowning in a ocean of terrors, unable to escape the darkness that has consumed me. My mind is a river of fear, my soul screaming in silence as I’m dragged deeper into the abyss.
Time loses all meaning as I am trapped in this living hell. Minutes feel like hours, hours like days.
I’m lost in a never-ending cycle of terror, my mind shattered by the unending barrage of horrors.
I feel like I am trapped in a never-ending cycle of confusion, where the lines between reality and illusion are constantly blurred.
My mind is a maze of distorted thoughts and images, I cannot escape.
Hallucinations haunt me, taunting me with their relentless presence. They whisper cruel truths and twist lies, making it impossible to distinguish fact from fiction.
I’m desperate to break free from this prison of my own making, to shatter the shackles that bind me to this living nightmare.
But every attempt to find clarity ends in frustration, leaving me questioning my own sanity. Will I ever be able to distinguish truth from fiction, or will I remain forever lost in this sea of uncertainty?
The weight of my hallucinations is crushing, a constant reminder of my own vulnerability. Fear and anxiety are my constant companions, whispering doubts and fears in my ear.
They tell me I’m not good enough, that I’ll never be good enough, that I’m trapped in this hellhole forever. Yet, even in the darkest moments, a glimmer of hope flickers within me.
I remember the person I used to be, the person I want to be again. I remember the joy, the laughter, the sense of purpose.
And I know that I can’t give up, no matter how hard it gets. I know that I have to keep fighting, keep pushing forward, no matter how impossible it seems.
With determination, I steel myself for the battle ahead.
I know that the only way to escape this prison is to confront my hallucinations head-on, to face the fears and anxieties that have held me hostage for so long.
It won’t be easy, but I’m ready to fight for my freedom, to reclaim my mind and my life from the grip of this living hell.
I’m ready to take back control, to rediscover the person I once was, and to create a new future, free from the shackles of my hallucinations.
And yet, I know I must find a way to escape, to claw my way back to reality before I’m lost forever in this sea of madness. But how? How can I escape when the darkness has consumed me whole?