DiaryOfTheHostage - Hello July!

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Last night I heard her complain of the lights and how that it didn't let her get a good sleep.
She is usually the voice in my head urging me to do things.
I turned it off today. She somehow gets me awake with her incessant complains.
I hear her voice somewhere in what appears to be a
dreamland. It is different. The noise almost gets me silent. I mean dead silent. You know that silence that makes it impossible for you to form a complete sentence, not even a word,
like something is choking you from within but somehow you see it standing in the
space but you just cannot get yourself freed of it. It holds your hands sometimes
and you try to scream but the scream doesn't make its way out, it just echoes more
silence. The other day it wasn't a figure that stood in that space. This time
it was a mist. It was the kinda mist that shrouded you from reality and you begin to think you
are dead. But you and I know you are nothing close to dead. You are simply suspended. At least that's what I have chosen to believe as true.
Like the other night when the lights went off and everyone ran out of the house. They ran outside. Outside was even more cold and darker than the house, but somehow they seemed confident that no harm would come by them. It is crazy. There are so many things she worries about: the taste of the tooth paste, the warmth of the shower, the water bed annoys her too. She is a bug in the bed. She is...