Some say that when you die your soul goes to heaven. I wonder does that apply to just Christians? For my soul rots and perishes in a hellish infernal that I have to call my 'home'. My life, soul and freedom is gone, never to return again. It vanished in a blur of blinding light, making it almost seem an enigma.
All that I was left with is my hearing, and how bitter that is. Honestly I would rather have it taken too, oh and not to forget the memories. The heart wrenching, agonising memories; these I have to relive every single second of every single wretched day.
Although I am not the only one put through this endless torture, at least I don't think I am; other girls and boys are put to the limit, in fact I can hear their penetrating screams right now. Each one pierces the fibres of my being that I have left, making everything seem all the worse. Adults are punished too, you may agree that they have it worse than us (that is only when you discover what actually happens).
You are probably wondering who or what I am? Well I am sorry to say but I have long forgotten myself. Just allow me some time to re-jog my memory, after all I am the only one aware of what happened. The perpetrator herself hasn't even the slightest clue...
Well I will tell you my tale bit by bit; as my aching memories have returned and will not cease. Call this what you want: a guide, horror story, flashback or journal. Just whatever you do, don't call it a dream. This is all real and who is not to say you won't be next, no one knows apart from ThE NuRsErY...