Yesterday, as soon as I got home I yelled as loud as I could. My mom had left for a doctor's appointment. It wasn't helping even dull my anger. In frustration I punched the kitchen counter. My knuckles are bruised. After that I just tried to forget about it and I eventually cooled down.
Last night I had a dream. The first dream I've had in a long time. I was in some sort of warehouse. It was dark outside and the florescent lights inside were blinding. There were bamboo plants scattered about and rotting wooden tables. There were three people. A middle-aged women with ragged long black hair. A young women in around her twenties with her blonde hair pulled up in a bun. I can't remember what the third women looked like. The third women held down the black-haired women's wrist and in her other hand a siringe. They all talked for a while. Then the third women tried to give a shot to the black-haired women. She caught the siringe and said, "Do it like I did. Without mercy." "Six seconds like the usual sessions." The black-haired women got the shot then everything felt numb and tingly and everything went black. I heard the third women counting. At five the blackness disappeared. Some more talking. Then the blonde women faced the wall and took off her shirt. That's the end of it. Strange...
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