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by Blaze Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Short Story · Contest Entry · #2011345
Experience reality through fractures of events; do you know which is real?
Ryan’s eyes opened, he turned over and sat up. He was in a bed, in a straightjacket, he panicked, violently convulsing, struggling with his bonds, someone came toward him, syringe in hand; they injected him, he fell asleep.


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Ryan had been in bed for an hour. It was a warm night; he and his wife had an argument earlier. She kept telling him he needed to calm down, he wasn’t thinking straight. He crept out of bed and opened the door – a cool breeze crept in. Ryan slipped back beneath the sheets and closed his eyes, seconds passed, maybe minutes; he was in the twilight between sleep and conscious.


Ryan’s eyes shot open, fixing on the window opposite him as a sharp, instant pain, dove into his back; his body went limp - cold, sticky and wet. The knife began chewing his spine, skin parting in its wake while he lay helplessly, face down in bed. A road map of blood flowed over his body; expanding with each carve of the knife. He froze in terror, mouth agape in silent screaming.


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Ryan’s eyes opened. He turned over and sat up, it was another nightmare. Ryan’s wife lay asleep beside him.





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