I'm screaming again, pouring bright red blood from the open soars on my lungs. I'm crying for help again but my defective thinking is holding me back. Why can't I breathe? It's just a dream I swear it's not real!

Inhale…exhale-breathe in…breathe out.

I'm screaming again, scratching at my eyes to hide myself from the people staring through my cage. Breathe in-breathe out-breathe in-breathe out and don't forget to blink away all those tears my dear. I'm drowning in my own blood again, from the inside out. The soars on my lungs crack open and send blood rushing up my esophagus and spurting out my nose and mouth.

Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale-chest getting heavy yet? Are you going crazy yet? As crazy as me?

I'm screaming again, inside my padded cell, banging my head against the wall again. I inhaled too much of myself this time and my lungs beg for me to stop screaming and close my mouth but the voices keep shouting inside my head. I'm screaming again…getting dizzy as I feel my blood fill up my wind pipe. My chest is getting heavy and my head is pounding…still screaming.

Is your heart racing yet?-scared yet?

It's spilling on the floor now, flowing over my shoes in thick, dark red droplets that taste like pennies. It stains the hems of my pants and I'm still screaming. I swear it's a dream-please be a dream! The glass windows are starting to crack and my ears are bleeding. The ear-splitting shrieks choke up and out of my throat, burning my lips as the are expelled from my body. There's a voice inside my head that whispers to me.

Scream a little louder dearie, I still can't hear you.

I'm screaming again, lost inside the voice that is taunting me in my mind. My blood reaches my knees and is seeping through my jeans, making my skin crawl away from me, inching away like a worm from the sun. More blood dribbles past my lips, over my chin, down my neck and onto the floor.

Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop…

Try a little louder sweetie, you're still not screaming loud enough.

My knees go weak as it reaches my waist, staining the bottom of my shirt and weighing me down-still screaming-but not loud enough. My knees buckle and the warm, red, bitter liquid reaches my neck, only provoking more shattering screams from my scarred, soar lungs. I've never thought a person could bleed so much and I can taste the blood on my tongue, and bubbling over my lips by the gruesome, red ounces.

Can you see it? Do you WANT to see it? Chest heavy? Can you taste the blood?

-screaming again. I can feel my throat dying while more blood and plasma forces its way through my throat, I dig my fingernails into my palms making me bleed more. There's one more final retch and it's over.

The storm has passed and I was right, it was a dream…just a dream. Just like I knew it was. Woke up crying and searching my bed only to find sheets and blankets. My chest isn't quite as heavy but-

I can't hear you dearie, scream a little louder…

I'm screaming again.

this is based the recurring nightmare that basically scared me into insomnia and so yeah...i hope you like it.