Too many of them don't know the way I feel. Medication doesn't help that much, but the little that it did make my situation at least ten times better than this. The world basically ended after world war four. It is now the year 2345. I am a "mental patient". Or rather was. Since the end of the war and nuclear bombs etc all facilities, businesses, and other things have been permanently shut down. And despite the fact that I hated that place, they took care of me. For the past two or so years, I have been wandering alone in this desert world trying to survive the apocalypse. It sure as heck ain't a piece of cake especially because I don't know how to stop my hallucinations and they are getting worse by the day. I don't think that I can handle much more of this. It's a nightmare. Every …show more content…
I have contemplated before if I should do what he commands just so that he will stop. But, I can't hurt anyone, and I'm too scared to hurt myself. He's not real, not real, not there, not real. I'm trying to shut his words out, as I look back at him he stares me dead in the eyes. I begin to run as fast and far as my bandaged legs could carry me. I took a sharp turn to the right, Teddy was teleporting and his voice is getting louder, and more like... my mothers. It's too hard, I can't let Teddy get to me. As I look back Teddy was gaining. Suddenly I hit something. I screamed, was this just another voice?! It was terrifying. He stood about six feet, was well built, but had two gu ns, several magisines of bullets and a skull mask. In addition to that, his hair was black and his eyes were a dark blue. He stretched his hand out but said nothing. Teddy was coming and was now whispering in my ear and clinging to me. The strange new voice was quiet but I could hear its raspy and uneven breath. I closed my eyes as tight as I could and shoved my palms to my ears trying my best to drown out the noise. "Stop! Stop it? Stop talking to me,