Destiny

[jammi]

I sat perched on the end of my bed shivering, black lines punctuating the otherwise pale skin under my eyes. An inferno of flames still crackled on the edge of audible hearing, the whispers continuing their deceitful chanting.

As I calmed the noises faded, leaving only heavy silence in their wake. I hugged my knees again, still shaking, memories washing over me. I had seen my home burn, murdered a man by blowing his head wide open and watched another killed in front of me. I looked down at my hands, seeing a red sheen spreading across them.

Screaming as I desperately rolled backward, trying to distance myself from what I had just seen I wiped my hands on the sheets, leaving crimson trails. I clawed at my palms, trying to tear the despoiled skin from my flesh.

Then it was gone - leaving only my skin. I clapped my hands over my eyes sobbing. Was I descending into madness? I tried to rationalise, wracking my brain for anything that might be wrong with my mind... Post Traumatic Stress disorders? Was I insane?

What was real? Was I still dreaming?

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