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Crappily written, but I loved the idea so much that I had to steal it...
The Scream
The scream flowed through the night. It pierced into her peaceful sleeping. It ripped her from dream. She could not escape from it. It never stopped. There were no breaks in its deathly existence. She tried to escape. She dug her head under her pillow. If anything, it was louder then ever. She stuck in ear plugs. It went away for a second, then returned forcing its way through the foam. It wouldn't stop. She beat on her bed, praying that it would end, that it would stop. It was in her skull, reverberating, almost shattering the bone. It was ripping her mind apart. Slashing through anything but itself. She could not think, only the scream echoed in her conscious mind. Her nails scrapped into the soft flesh on her face, but she felt no pain. The blood trickled down he neck. She had to escape. It would not stop, it would not leave. She ran from her room out to the hall, for the gun. Death would save her. On the way she glanced in the mirror, and stopped. Her mouth was open. The scream was emitting from it. She would have screamed in horror, except that her mouth wouldn't obey her. It just kept on screaming louder and louder. She continued to the closet where she pulled out the shotgun, and pointed it to her head.
“As long as it stops,” she thought.
She pulled the trigger and blew her brain out of her head in a explosion of bone, brain, and blood.
Her body fell to the ground,
And the scream continued.
Inspired by laefrans “Thursday”
The Scream
The scream flowed through the night. It pierced into her peaceful sleeping. It ripped her from dream. She could not escape from it. It never stopped. There were no breaks in its deathly existence. She tried to escape. She dug her head under her pillow. If anything, it was louder then ever. She stuck in ear plugs. It went away for a second, then returned forcing its way through the foam. It wouldn't stop. She beat on her bed, praying that it would end, that it would stop. It was in her skull, reverberating, almost shattering the bone. It was ripping her mind apart. Slashing through anything but itself. She could not think, only the scream echoed in her conscious mind. Her nails scrapped into the soft flesh on her face, but she felt no pain. The blood trickled down he neck. She had to escape. It would not stop, it would not leave. She ran from her room out to the hall, for the gun. Death would save her. On the way she glanced in the mirror, and stopped. Her mouth was open. The scream was emitting from it. She would have screamed in horror, except that her mouth wouldn't obey her. It just kept on screaming louder and louder. She continued to the closet where she pulled out the shotgun, and pointed it to her head.
“As long as it stops,” she thought.
She pulled the trigger and blew her brain out of her head in a explosion of bone, brain, and blood.
Her body fell to the ground,
And the scream continued.
Inspired by laefrans “Thursday”