Cute wrote:I'm gonna try.
I stare at the dark corridor. I feel the presence of something scary there. Something I don't ever want to encounter - yet here it is. In my dark corridor.
I lay on my bed, try to close my eyes. I still feel it. It's there. So I just try to block out all the noises in my head, telling me to run. Run for your life - they scream as I try to block them out. And the more I try, the louder it gets. The more real the feeling of it's presence gets.
So I get up, I can't speak. I can't yell. I feel paralyzed inside, yet somehow my body seems to work it's way to walk forward. Step by step, i'm getting closer. My heart beats faster. One by one, I feel my heart skip a beat.
I swear I saw a shadow creeping there. I take a deep breath, then hold it while I'm moving.
The walk to the corridor has never felt this long, I walk this everyday, several times. Yet this time it's different, this time everything feels different. I wonder if this is actually the place I call home.
I'm here. I stare at the darkness, and skip another heartbeat.
Actually ended up doing a part fiction part reality about my struggles with psychosis and hallucinations. Tbh it was kinda relaxing to write it somewhat down, it felt less real than it feels when it was happening
I know I'm not the best writer, I didn't even count the words but I can almost swear there were more than 50
208 words to be exact, so it's well within the limit