Just a heads up don’t worry about the footnotes till you’ve read the chapter they're not that important at all.

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I feel..strange.. my body is sleeping but I can feel everything. My eyes are closed yet I can see through them. Where am I? What's happening ? Why can't I move? I try to move my arms ..nothing. I try to move my legs… nothing. I try to move my eyes….nothing… I feel helpless and begin to feel the familiar rise in panic in my chest. Slowly choking me.

Focus. I tell myself like I I've told myself all my life. Panicking is always the worst response. Slow down. Think. You still have your mind, start from there…I slowly begin to drown my panicked thoughts in a sea of calm, my mind fill with nothing and then I begin to take in the visual clues I have. I can see so let's start from there. My body is laying flat on a surface that is supporting my body , I'm enveloped by a small blanket. I recall sleeping on a bed somewhere in the back of my head.

Okay so I'm sleeping. Where? In a room with blue painted walls. Poorly drawn painting and pictures are placed on the walls haphazardly. Three other bed frames other than my own. I'm not alone. That calms me down more than it should, I'm still unable to move. The situation hasn’t changed at all. Seems the mere thought of being alone is more scary than being trapped in my own body. I truly need to sort out my list of priorities but this isn't the time to be sidetracked. What else?

Window to me left , there is the moon shining down through the cracks in the curtains. It's still dark out but I can see remarkable well considering the lack of light in the room. Okay so; mattress, painted walls, three other people , window, curtains. Where could I be ?

The haze covering my mind begins to lift the key words resonating in my memories . The orphanage. Right . I went to bed immediately following the shower…so why can’t I move? A dream perhaps? It seems to be the realest dream I've ever had.

Footsteps echo in the silent room breaking me from my inner thoughts, I try to turn my neck reflexively but I can't. Before I could see around the rooms but my "eyes" are now fixed in place. Staring into the white ceiling. The footsteps getting closer. My body does not react , my breaths still deep and long as one would be when sleeping.

The door creaks open and I begin to feel the slow drip of terror. Something unseen , something unknown. The fear of the unknown has always haunted me , it kept me a prisoner to my "parents" prevented me from leaving even when they hurt me.

It's the first time I've felt the fear of the unknown in such a way, as something corporeal that is , something that is literally stalking me. The door stops creaking and I feel a chill, like the room has dropped tens of degrees. My breaths start to fog up, I can't tell about the others anymore. Can't see them. All I can see is the white of the ceiling. The footsteps come closer to me now. The floorboard creak with every step as whatever was walking put its weight on them. I feel the terror become stronger weakening my mind and drowning it in panic again. This time I can't clear it this time. The tension in the air becomes palpable. And then the footsteps stop.

Because it's head looms over me. And I stare at…it. I try to scream but no voice comes out.

I have no mouth , and I must scream. *

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It's eyes are voids , but I can feel it's stare on me. It has a twisted smile, crocked and so wide it reaches to each side of its face I see blood from the splitting of the skin as it's lips are torn to its ears to allow for such a wide stretch. It's skin is pale, deathly pale , so much so that I can see blue veins scattered along it's ghostly visage. The angle of its head is strange, and then I notice why. It's neck is bent at an angle that would be impossible for a human. It's neck it broken at a near 90 degree turn with black bile seeping from the protruding bone as it pierced the flesh . I just stare in gaping horror at something that can't exist. I don’t know if it can see me like I "see" it but I dare not make a sound or even a thought for fear it could hear me in my own thoughts. My breathing becomes faster , the mist getting foggier and the temperature falling even further down, my breath condensing into a fine mist with each exhale. The cold bites into my flesh and I feel it spread thought my body. I would be afraid of dying to the cold if it weren't for this… thing standing over me.

It opens it mouth and I smell it's sulphur breath. It puts it's gruesome maw for display showing rows and rows of pointed jagged teeth. I can dimly make out the purple flesh of his gums and a slowly moving tongue that seems far too big to fit it's mouth. It comes out with snake like movements , a long thick trail of yellow drool following its wake. It draws near, closer and closer to my face and I feel it make contact. I shiver mentally out of disgust and horror . The sandpaper like touch threatened to tear my flesh from me and the trail of ooze burns my blistered skin. I want to scream . I want to cry out aloud . Plead for help. But my body does not respond. I can't move a finger nor can I close my "eye". I'm forced to watch the creature as it draws closer and closer to me. It reaches for my chest with a bony hand. It's fingers are elongated and it's nails sharpened to points and painted black as night. It digs it's nails across my chest tearing away the shirt like it was nothing but air. I feel my chest turn wet with blood as the nails penetrate further into me. And then stop. I don’t feel the pain. I feel numb, like my sense are subdued completely. Which only serves to heighten my fear further.

I feel weaker. Like my life is being drained out of me. My "eyes" grow blurry and out of focus, the creature looks at me and I see red embers where it's pupils out to be. It knows I'm watching. The smile of his splits further fresh black ooze falls as it tears its own flesh smiling. As if it were mocking my inability to do nothing as it leeches away at my life. It 's taking more than just my life…it's taking away my memories, the old ones first. Slowly the pictures of my past are being erased . it's not just killing me, it's killing what makes me..Me.

I struggle to move, but nothing happens, I try to call out for help but , nothing happens.[1]

It seems to notice this and it laughs, I feel my eyes grow tired. This must be a nightmare, I'm dreaming.

Yes ,that must be it. Just close your eyes . I should close my eye and go back to sleep . I can't feel anything anymore.

You're tired rest , I'm tired I should rest .

Don’t struggle , it's just a dream I shouldn’t struggle.

Lay your weary head to rest.[2] I should stop trying to move and just lay down. A part of me knows if I fall asleep here I won't wake up, I won't ever get to live out my life. I won't see Miss Samantha again even though she promised to see me. At least I won't see my parents again either the thought gives me some relief but at this point it wasn’t much.

The cold is back again biting into my body . I feel cold so very cold, I feel my bones becoming more brittle, my skin constricting so much it rips and tears making me feel paper thin. My mind slowly freezes too, all my thoughts slow to a crawl , everything happening so very, very slowly. I have to fight to keep my "eyes" open my body's breath grows weaker, my heart stop beating as hard , the pulses getting softer and softer. If this keeps going on I'm going to die. I try one last time to move, but nothing happens . I try to shout, but nothing happens . I cry out to Samantha, but nothing happens.

CLOSE YOUR EYES

My "eyes" start to close as the darkness around me engulfs my vision The cold is stronger but it's. My blood freezes inside my veins and I can feel my mind grow black. The cold is so intense I feel my nerve ends malfunction making me feel warm, the warmth threatens to pull me into its sweet embrace traveling all throughout my body, I feel myself slipping . I can't , I mustn't. But for all my determination I find it still lacking, as I sink further and further. Then all it all fades into nothing. My breathing stops, My mind grows deathly still , My heart stops beating in my chest, I hear nothing, I see nothing , I can feel nothing. I try again. To move, to think , to breathe, to open my eyes……

{I'm sorry Samantha, I guess I won't be able to meet you after all…..}

But nothing happens.

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*sorry i couldn't resist

[1]You try reaching for your save file .. nothing happens[undertale anyone? True pacifists unite?]

[2]Don’t you cry no more . *giutar solo*[ anyone? Really? Just me?]

Well that’s the end of that then it was a good run and all but it had to end sometime. Sorry about leaving at such a place but I guess it seem appropriate . Any way if you've like the series thus far give it a rating, if it's crap tell what you didn't like.

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I've always been on the receiving end of a cliff hangers so now I get to dish it out thus perpetuating this eternal cycle of cliffhang-ee and cliffhanger-er. I English the good time many.

In all seriousness I'm still trying to fill some plot holes in the many upcoming events but am coming up unsuccessful ,guess I'll just re-write at some point in time, and also trying to make the character dialogues feel more natural .

So I'm just talking to myself assuming different character identities and slowly but surely, going insane. Does that make me gender fluid(no it makes you in dire need of psychiatric care and a padded cell and some friends)? I don’t know, I'm still just a red fire truck on the inside though. Author- san is dedicated and or stupid.

Man the formatting from word to here is just painful. my eyes were bleeding trying to decode the jumbled mass of letters ad brackets that this post turned my "work" into.