TeaNTomatoes

   I was screaming, screaming, screaming - for the torture to end, for the sounds to stop, for the pain inside my head to subside. Every other second, something burned my left side, as if a scalding hot pole were being pressed into it. I could feel my forehead streaming with blood, which ran down into my eyes and blinded me.   It hurts, doesn’t it?   The voice resonated throughout my head painfully, as if needles were being dragged along the inner walls of my skull. I didn’t want to hear the words, to understand them - I wished the voice would die off along with the rest of the pain.    Don’t you wish it could all somehow