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Where am I? Why is everything so quiet... and dark...?
“...thew... Matthew... Wake up, Matthew!” My eyes fluttered open to the sounds of someone shaking me, calling out my name.
“Are you awake now? Sheesh, you’re a hard sleeper." I tilted my head and through my blonde, mussed hair I saw a man. He was middle aged, black, and had a kind face. The type that always seemed to make you smile. I pushed myself up and gently rubbed my tired eyes, pressing down a bit in hopes of waking myself up a tad more. I glanced over at him again, and this time I actually looked. Chiseled features, strong stature, and donned in scrubbs. What?
“Hey...” My voice was hoarse and my throat felt like sand had scraped it raw. I glanced down at my pale hand. It was shaking from the effort of holding it up. I tried to communicate with him again, and he was patient. I managed to wheeze out a, “Where am I?” before my lungs felt no need to continue squeezing out air. He gave a convalescent smile as he answered.
“You had to be taken into emergency care.”
“Wh-What kind of emergency?”
“Psychological damage. More specifically, dissociative personality disorder.”
“Huh...?”
“Mental issues sir.”
“Oh... What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” He was met with a blank stare, and sighed. “I’m sorry sir. I’m not at liberty to say. That is for the therapist to handle. Please rest. The anesthetics haven’t worn off completely yet.” I simply nodded before flopping back down on the bed provided. I faded into the subconscious area of my mind...
“Stop, Please! I’ve done nothing wrong! Please I beg you!” It was so dark... Who is screaming? Make it stop! Wha-What’s on my hand? It’s warm... and smells of iron... The screaming stopped too... What the hell is going on?!
I leapt up in my bed, startled awake by... something... What woke me? I glanced around. A... A mental facility? Oh, wait. Now I remember. What time is it? I lifted my eyes to the Barred in window. Midnight maybe. I took a deep breath and let it out. Weird nightmare. I’m not even entirely positive I know what happened. Oh well. Back to bed.
I spent the next few days stuck between therapy and those weird dreams. Valentine, my nurse as it turns out, was always there to wake me from them. He’s nice. Almost like a father it seems. Well, okay, maybe he’s a bit overbearing, but I can deal with it. He says I have an eccedentesiasism problem in his point of view. For those who don’t know, that’s someone who hides their pain behind a smile. He’s not an expert though. He admits to it.
  After about five days, I had a... Breakthrough? Epiphany? Well, whatever it’s called, I had one. Again, it was a nightmare.
    ‘I’m scared... Why am I scared...?’ I gazed around the room. It was my home. Well, kinda. Blood was everywhere. I was seated at a table, drinking a thick, dark liquid. I’m not sure I want to know-SNAP!
  “Well hello mother! You look glamorous tonight.” I stated as I gave a mischievous grin at the corpse seated across from me, dressed in her sunday best. All fear or regret flew from my mind.
  “It’s a shame my brother and father wouldn’t allow us to continue the festivities without interference. Oh well. They SERVED us well, right? Haha! All joking aside, this steak is amazing. We should have done this eons ago. Better late than never, correct?” I continued my conversation with the motionless, rotting flesh across from me, the horror still etched on my mother’s face. I continued to rip through the hunk of meat on my plate. It was uncooked, and fresh at that. The bodies of the mentioned men lay not far away, missing various pieces. I payed them no mind. I just kept eating the blood filled thing on my plate...
  I awoke drenched in sweat, wide eyed, and thoroughly terrified. ‘I-I did that?!’ I opened my mouth in a screech and violently thrashed. ‘I’m gonna be here for a long time...’ That was my last thought before Valentine injected me with anesthetics...
Where am I? Why is everything so quiet... and dark...?

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Where am I? Why is everything so quiet... and dark...?
“...thew... Matthew... Wake up, Matthew!” My eyes fluttered open to the sounds of someone shaking me, calling out my name.
“Are you awake now? Sheesh, you’re a hard sleeper." I tilted my head and through my blonde, mussed hair I saw a man. He was middle aged, black, and had a kind face. The type that always seemed to make you smile. I pushed myself up and gently rubbed my tired eyes, pressing down a bit in hopes of waking myself up a tad more. I glanced over at him again, and this time I actually looked. Chiseled features, strong stature, and donned in scrubbs. What?
“Hey...” My voice was hoarse and my throat felt like sand had scraped it raw. I glanced down at my pale hand. It was shaking from the effort of holding it up. I tried to communicate with him again, and he was patient. I managed to wheeze out a, “Where am I?” before my lungs felt no need to continue squeezing out air. He gave a convalescent smile as he answered.
“You had to be taken into emergency care.”
“Wh-What kind of emergency?”
“Psychological damage. More specifically, dissociative personality disorder.”
“Huh...?”
“Mental issues sir.”
“Oh... What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” He was met with a blank stare, and sighed. “I’m sorry sir. I’m not at liberty to say. That is for the therapist to handle. Please rest. The anesthetics haven’t worn off completely yet.” I simply nodded before flopping back down on the bed provided. I faded into the subconscious area of my mind...
“Stop, Please! I’ve done nothing wrong! Please I beg you!” It was so dark... Who is screaming? Make it stop! Wha-What’s on my hand? It’s warm... and smells of iron... The screaming stopped too... What the hell is going on?!
I leapt up in my bed, startled awake by... something... What woke me? I glanced around. A... A mental facility? Oh, wait. Now I remember. What time is it? I lifted my eyes to the Barred in window. Midnight maybe. I took a deep breath and let it out. Weird nightmare. I’m not even entirely positive I know what happened. Oh well. Back to bed.
I spent the next few days stuck between therapy and those weird dreams. Valentine, my nurse as it turns out, was always there to wake me from them. He’s nice. Almost like a father it seems. Well, okay, maybe he’s a bit overbearing, but I can deal with it. He says I have an eccedentesiasism problem in his point of view. For those who don’t know, that’s someone who hides their pain behind a smile. He’s not an expert though. He admits to it.
  After about five days, I had a... Breakthrough? Epiphany? Well, whatever it’s called, I had one. Again, it was a nightmare.
    ‘I’m scared... Why am I scared...?’ I gazed around the room. It was my home. Well, kinda. Blood was everywhere. I was seated at a table, drinking a thick, dark liquid. I’m not sure I want to know-SNAP!
  “Well hello mother! You look glamorous tonight.” I stated as I gave a mischievous grin at the corpse seated across from me, dressed in her sunday best. All fear or regret flew from my mind.
  “It’s a shame my brother and father wouldn’t allow us to continue the festivities without interference. Oh well. They SERVED us well, right? Haha! All joking aside, this steak is amazing. We should have done this eons ago. Better late than never, correct?” I continued my conversation with the motionless, rotting flesh across from me, the horror still etched on my mother’s face. I continued to rip through the hunk of meat on my plate. It was uncooked, and fresh at that. The bodies of the mentioned men lay not far away, missing various pieces. I payed them no mind. I just kept eating the blood filled thing on my plate...
  I awoke drenched in sweat, wide eyed, and thoroughly terrified. ‘I-I did that?!’ I opened my mouth in a screech and violently thrashed. ‘I’m gonna be here for a long time...’ That was my last thought before Valentine injected me with anesthetics...
Where am I? Why is everything so quiet... and dark...?