The Desk.

She's been watching me for a long time now. I could hear her breathing but I ignored it. These hallucinations were getting worse. My friends told me they aren't hallucinations, 'hallucinations cant hurt you.' they said. Apparently, they were wrong. I've been sitting here at this desk for what feels like ages. Why did they have to open that box? Why does she hate us? Why am I the last to survive her wrath? Why won't she kill me? I tried to move at first, tried to escape. but she just brought me back. Every time she brought me back to hearing my best friend's spine snapping, seeing my brother's innards spilling on the ornate rug. watching the life drain slowly from my mother's eyes. I shuddered at the memory, causing her to move closer. I couldn't escape her, I couldn't escape this hell. She was always there watching me, listening, moving closer every time I dared to shift. Ready to take me back to that gory sight. I want to leave, she won't let me go, She won't set me free, help me! please...

please.