Thank you for your dear clerks! I was really happy about it and you really build me up! @ maron01: So I am interested in everything you write and I love to read my clerks and when I also learn something about how the people who write to me are doing, I think that's great and incredibly nice!

@fortune: well the Rolf is not really a murderer just quite a sadist and the Dr. Tyler too, by the way!

@ Kira w: Thanks for the nice picking but somehow it still doesn't come out exactly what is going on, but I hope I'll come to explain everything soon and if something is not clear please ask!

@ Cat_Babe: thanks for the many clerks !! And still write on with your story soon and draw something nice * gg *! Hey and toter0815 come by often! I'm looking forward to it! And please write me your opinion again! You're welcome!!

So now finally to ff!



I hold my breathJust dare not breathe anymore and try to find out where this creepy sound is coming from. It seems to be everywhere. I can't tell where it came from. What's this? One moment it sounds very close, as if I felt the warm air I breathe on my cheek at any moment, but the next I can barely hear it. It gets louder, quieter, sounds strained and irregular, then completely calm again.

I keep pushing myself into my corner. I try to suppress the noise, but the breathing reverberates loudly in my head. What's this? Is somebody here? Am I being stalked by anyone? I feel like I'm being watched.

Nobody can be here! How is someone supposed to have got in? I would have noticed if someone had come, wouldn't I? Even if not, if someone were here, they would surely get in touch. Who wouldn't answer either?



No, there is nothing.It's all just in my head. I'm going crazy! I'm just going crazy! Yes, that's the only explanation. My overstrained senses are playing a cruel trick on me. It has to be like that. But what if someone, or maybe even something, is with me? When i'm not alone There is something! I hear it very clearly! It's getting closer again. It will be there soon!

I'm trying to make myself even smaller. Duck into the corner. My fingernails dig deeper and deeper into my flesh. There is nothing! There can be nothing there! It can not be. I try to calm myself down. Always think the same thing. Like a mantra. Over and over again. There is nothing. There's nothing there, but I still hear it. It's still there! Still there.



Tears run down my cheeks. I'm so cold. So cold, like freezing to death. I've already read about something like that. Fear dominates me. Darkness triggers this in some people.This isolation. When you are in a dark room for a long time without any sensory impressions. You go crazy. You think things together. Yes, I feel like these people. In reality there is nothing. I'm just making it up. It is a natural response to this absolute uncertainty. It has to be. I'm just making it up. There is nothing. I'm alone.

I bit my lip. I taste my warm, salty blood. That disgusting metal taste. How did these people help each other? I do not know it anymore. It was very easy to help yourself in this book, but I can't remember. I have to think of something nice, but what?



It's still there. Very close. Right next to my ear. I lash out, but there is nothing. My hand hits the wall with a crash. I have to defend myself! I jump up. Listen for a moment and try to find the source of the noise. There, right in front of me! I run off and crash into something at full speed.Stagger back. My leg hurts. With my arms outstretched, I slowly walk towards the obstacle. There it is again. What's this? My fingers slide over something smooth and cold. It's the wall! I hit the wall at full speed. I am such a sucker!



A dry laugh breaks out of me and then I break down. I start crying. The tears warm my cheeks and drip to the floor. I can feel my body convulsing. Desperate sobs come from my throat. No, I am not allowed to cry. Don't wanna cry! I am strong I don't have to cry anymore. I have everything under control. There's nothing there. I don't wanna be weak I have to be strong, but the crying spasm keeps getting worse.

"I can no longer" at first only a tear-choked whisper but then I scream out: "I can no longer. I want out of here!" Yes, I am weak. I'm the last scum and a weakling at that!I know it.



Suddenly a bright light. It hurts my eyes. I press them together and crawl towards the light. I no longer have the strength to get up. A broad shadow moves in front of the light. Somebody grabs me and forces me to bend my head back. A damp cloth suddenly covers my mouth and also my nose. I try to fight back. Hit me and split two of my fingernails. A pungent smell as my lungs fill with air again. I have to cough. Almost suffocate. I suddenly feel so weak and powerless. The light is still blinding. Something is wrong with it. I am grabbed and picked up, and then I am brought out of this terrible darkness into the light.



The light isn't exactly better either. I perceive everything as if through a thick veil. I feel so comfortably heavy and tired. My eyes keep falling shut, but I still desperately defend myself against the warm embrace of unconsciousness.A part of me is not numb and tries again and again to get my body moving. It's kind of a strange feeling. As if I were looking at myself from the outside and at the same time I am trapped in this tired body. Actually I would rather sleep now, but my thoughts just don't rest. I look around a bit and try to focus on something. Who is actually carrying me around?

It takes a tremendous effort to turn my head so that I can look up. White shirt, broad muscular neck, angular chin covered by a blond beard and blond hair. I blink several times. Keep thinking that I have to keep my eyes open. Who could that be? The thought of staying awake almost automatically prevents any other consideration, but somehow I come up with a name. Rolf, that's the name of this muscleman, isn't it?

I stare at the man's chin.See every pore and the short blond hairs, how they flash so funny when he goes under a lamp. Somehow everything seems so soft, so blurry, so flowing. An idiotic grin creeps onto my face. I feel really light, as if I don't weigh anything and fly around.

And then everything becomes so difficult again. My eyelids suddenly weigh tons. I am not allowed to fall asleep! Why actually? Everything is fine and I'm so tired. But part of me is still resisting this leaden tiredness. I'll just close my eyes for a moment, just a moment. Everything suddenly seems so dark. I perceive my surroundings more and more blurred.



I only wake up when I land rudely on the ground. I sluggishly rap myself up a little and try to focus my gaze. I still feel light-headed, there is a strange taste in my mouth and when I turn my head a crazy headache explodes in my skull.They only slowly ebb away and I hardly dare to move. Every rapid movement sends new pulsating waves of pain through my head and I still cannot see clearly.

"Oh, the lady has already woken up again. How are we today?" Startled, I look up at what I pay with another pain attack. There is a man standing there. It is only slowly that the blurred scheme becomes a recognizable face. It's this Dr. Tyler. He smiles smugly at me and I would love to knock it out of his face.

"Oh, are we so bad? It's a shame that you react so badly to our new anesthetic. Does the head hurt a lot?" I clench my fists. If only I wasn't so weak. I would, I would give him ... what would I actually do?

"I advise you to keep yourself in check. I do not tolerate any disobedience or obedience or anything like that. I demand absolute obedience and respect here.Anyone who steps out of line will be punished and believe me, what you experienced today was still harmless to what will happen to you if you continue to behave so rebelliously. So think carefully about what you want. Until tomorrow you have time to think about everything, but no longer. I hope you think about it carefully. "He looks me in the eye one more time and then he walks out of the room without haste. The door closes quietly behind him and I'm alone again. Where on earth did I end up here?



Well what's going on there? More next week! Hey and thank you all again for reading my ff! * you love * cu amiel