Waking Up and Going Back.
By Breetanya
Welcome to another short depressing fic by me! *is wondering what is with all the depressing fics lately*
Eh all well... I have plenty of comedies in the works... I'll have them up as soon as I get more of them done...
This is Angst and PG13, well, probably PG but i'm not sure where Mental disorders fall. No swearing but I don't think kids below the age of 13 should read this. A. They might not understand it. B. Its depressing if you do get it. Kids before there teenaged years really shouldn't read angst... At least that's my opinion... *grins*
Anyway, I own... I own... I own the lint between my toes... Took me a while to add up all of my assets. *grins*
Anyway here's a really short story... Go on! Read! *smiles encouragely*
Its scary to know that you can be lost in your own mind, and that no one save yourself can help you.
You can ignore it if you tell no one and no one finds out. Ignorances is truely bliss. So is denial.
Perhaps this is because of all the years I've been locked up. I can't exactly tell myself that I didn't prefer that world to this one. There I was a hero. There I had magic. There I had friends.
The only thing I didn't have was reality. I had left reality behind. Someone once said, I'm not sure if they were real or not, "Reality is better to face than fiction, even if fiction is easier to face."
No one has lived my reality. No one was as tortured as I was growing up. I grew up without love. I may have lived with my family, but my house was void of love.
Now for some reason I woke up. I don't want to be woken up. Imagine the shock living in a world where you breath water, then suddenly waking up in white room, on a small white cot, with a man in white looking at you as if you were, well, as if you were insane, which of course I am, and only having air to breathe.
I want to fall back into that world. Reality still doesn't love me. And I don't care if its better to face reality. I want to be loved!
The man is startled as I mutter, "No... I don't want to be here. I want to be back there!"
I start fumbling back towards that place. The man is trying to call me back. I don't listen. I snuggle into the warm scarlet blanket on my four post bed and sigh contently.
AN:
No I am not depressed. I remembered an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where Buffy thought she was crazy. Hense the base of this story idea... Anyway, review, flame ect... I'm a pyromaniac... so flames don't have much effect. I'd prefer constructive critism rather than flames though... Thankie for reading! *grins*
By Breetanya
Welcome to another short depressing fic by me! *is wondering what is with all the depressing fics lately*
Eh all well... I have plenty of comedies in the works... I'll have them up as soon as I get more of them done...
This is Angst and PG13, well, probably PG but i'm not sure where Mental disorders fall. No swearing but I don't think kids below the age of 13 should read this. A. They might not understand it. B. Its depressing if you do get it. Kids before there teenaged years really shouldn't read angst... At least that's my opinion... *grins*
Anyway, I own... I own... I own the lint between my toes... Took me a while to add up all of my assets. *grins*
Anyway here's a really short story... Go on! Read! *smiles encouragely*
Its scary to know that you can be lost in your own mind, and that no one save yourself can help you.
You can ignore it if you tell no one and no one finds out. Ignorances is truely bliss. So is denial.
Perhaps this is because of all the years I've been locked up. I can't exactly tell myself that I didn't prefer that world to this one. There I was a hero. There I had magic. There I had friends.
The only thing I didn't have was reality. I had left reality behind. Someone once said, I'm not sure if they were real or not, "Reality is better to face than fiction, even if fiction is easier to face."
No one has lived my reality. No one was as tortured as I was growing up. I grew up without love. I may have lived with my family, but my house was void of love.
Now for some reason I woke up. I don't want to be woken up. Imagine the shock living in a world where you breath water, then suddenly waking up in white room, on a small white cot, with a man in white looking at you as if you were, well, as if you were insane, which of course I am, and only having air to breathe.
I want to fall back into that world. Reality still doesn't love me. And I don't care if its better to face reality. I want to be loved!
The man is startled as I mutter, "No... I don't want to be here. I want to be back there!"
I start fumbling back towards that place. The man is trying to call me back. I don't listen. I snuggle into the warm scarlet blanket on my four post bed and sigh contently.
AN:
No I am not depressed. I remembered an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where Buffy thought she was crazy. Hense the base of this story idea... Anyway, review, flame ect... I'm a pyromaniac... so flames don't have much effect. I'd prefer constructive critism rather than flames though... Thankie for reading! *grins*