I'm badly trapped here; I can't see anything around, quiet all around, I can't even hear anything. Around me, nothing. I'm lost and wandering alone, completely alone. It was pitch black and freezing all around. I cry out, but no one hears me. No one comes to hold my hand. I'm scared, stuck somewhere, and I want it to end here. Nightmare! No, wait, no, it wasn't a nightmare. Although they started as nightmares, they are gone in the night panic. I'm lucky to spend most of the night in them. Tonight was the nightmare of the night.
My pillows are wet; the bed sheets are hanging from the bed. I got up in my bed, sighing, flickering in the same darkness I woke up. The place is still very dark, as well as frigid. No one will hear me screaming here. I don't have to look at the clock to know what time it is. It is twenty-seven minutes, thirty-seven seconds past two in the morning. Every night up to a point, I can guess the clock time. But I look at the neon red letters anyway. My eyes are stuck in the holes of light. These are not my nightmares, I'm sure.
I will keep staring until I can convince myself that these eyes are watching me and I am not alone. The red-eyed creature waits in the dark to say goodbye to its time. The red-eyed creature will come for me soon, I'm not alone here, and nothing terrible can catch me. That red-eyed creature is here to hit it at any moment. I should have fallen asleep, but sleep comes and goes away immediately. Please don't pity me because I'm fine. I said that red-eyed creature in the mirror and then the person with the bright eyes in the portrait.
Can you see that picture there? The man with the unblink of an eye, the naughty smile, and the gray, decent bearded man. Several years after the accident, I still remember that when I came home, I saw that he had slipped and fallen there for four hours. But when he recovered, he could walk as before, but something inside him had burst since that day. He called for help, but no one heard him. He was helplessly trapped there.
I remember the severe defeat on his face; he said goodbye to the hardest loss, he did not cry, but tears were seen in the corners of his eyes. What would you do if giving up was not enough? If you give up, do you still have to continue? You gave up, and there is still no way to end it?
