Content warning: violence. My whole life, I've been coming back to this room. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE, I don't want to be here. I lie down and sniff the floor that was my home, the piss in a pool again, someone else's but the memory is unmistakable and I shiver. My own smells embedded in the walls, I remember the electric socket, blood leaking with surprising speed from my ears and my thighs, crawling and wondering if I will lose that eye. "Bitch," I remember and bits of me staining the walls, and the oblong object that I will not
The Place
The Place
The Place
Content warning: violence. My whole life, I've been coming back to this room. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE, I don't want to be here. I lie down and sniff the floor that was my home, the piss in a pool again, someone else's but the memory is unmistakable and I shiver. My own smells embedded in the walls, I remember the electric socket, blood leaking with surprising speed from my ears and my thighs, crawling and wondering if I will lose that eye. "Bitch," I remember and bits of me staining the walls, and the oblong object that I will not