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The journey in her sleep
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The Journey in Her Sleep
Realization of self and determination towards a goal will be the main goals of troubled Patrune, who is presently unaware of her enlightening journey yet to come.
Patrune has had a rough night of horrific terrors, frightful meetings, and scary things she turned to in her moment of complete desparation. Now she gets to deal with the guilt.
Again and again.
With this quick-fix of hers.
Scars she hides and those she can't.
Emotional battles seem miniscule with what is to be.
These short-lived thrills will never suffice. Never be enough.
Not with the war she will face.
She gets up and wipes the red stains from the sink and puts the pill bottles away.
Skips breakfast. Again. Hell is repitition.
Repetition.
One more time.
Tonight will be the last. It never will be. It'll never be enough.
Ana in the morning. Zach throughout the day. Mostly at night. Jim, too. There's a nice girl, she never says her name. She only comes around at Patrune's most desparate times.
Ana at lunch
And dinner, too
They're always around, they just get stronger at triggering times.
Triggers.
Make a gun go boom.
Make Patrune tick. Certain memories, places, pictures, or even words could set her off.
She has a dream.
The kind of dream that is impossible for her to accomplish.
She wants to be a psychologist, but her condition prohibits her from doing so.
Her only hope that made her keep trying was her soulmate, Bethany, a girl who could understand everything.
Love and Hate.
Life and Death.
God and the Devil.
Good and Evil.
None would exsits if not for the other.
Live with hate to be able to die with love.
Ana was going at it again.
"An imperfect body reflects an imperfect soul.
They CANNOT make you happy.
Eat less, weigh less.
Skip dinner... You'll end up thinner.
Come on, Patrune, have some self-respect.
Just look at yourself.
No wonder noone loves you."
Patrune was learning to tune her out, thankfully, with the help of Bethany.
Poor, sweet, little Zach was sitting in the corner, trying not to cry from seeing Ana treat her that way. He's such a nice boy in such a state of pain.
She just noticed Bethany was with her.
Smiling at her as she tried to calm her down.
Alone in a room filled with people.
Lost and confused.
Scared and dark.
She doesn't know what to do.
She grabs onto her savior as if she was the last thing on Earth.
She cried and she cried and she knew not of what to do.
She tried and she tried but there was nothing to do.
The love of her life held her close.
Safe from the demons.
No harm here.
Warm and secure in the safety of her home.
Safe in these arms.
Every night, as Patrune went for bed
Her mother's old lullaby flew through her head.
"Good night and sweet dreams.
May nothing happen
but the best of things."
The evil she tunred to in her darkest times
Was coming back
She could not hide.
Forever cloaked by darkness.
More mundane rituals for tomorrow.
When it so happened that she awoke.
Unafraid and in control.
She realized she was not in her home
She smelled the air of sweet flowery scents.
Saw the feilds, each as perfect as the next.
Her friends that she's had her entire life
There stood these imaginary beings.
She knew she must control them to go back home.
First was Ana.
Her inner fear of imperfection.
She grabber the nearby trays of food.
All high calorie and so much sugar. So many carbs.
Despite Ana's warnings and shouts;
"Stop this! Do you always want to be fat and hated and never good enough?!"
She knew, though.
This was the only way.
She ate and she ate without a care. She saw herself in the mirror and didn't even stare. Ana smiled and walked away. Patrune had bested her and her twisted ways.
She got up and didn't feel sick at all.
Next is Zach, Who feels unloved by all. She saw him crying and ran to help
Knowing exactly how to go about this. She kneeled down and touched his hair.
"Don't worry,"she said,"I've been there."
He looked up and showed what noone else saw. Scars up his wrists and all down his arms.
"This one's for daddy, and that's for my mom. One's for my sister and here for that girl. The one that turned me down. Again. Hell. Hell is repitition. And I'm there. Always getting left by those who I loved. So I stopeed loving and look where I am."
Zach, Patrune's want and need to be loved.
"We both have Bethany, Zach, she loves everyone. Especially my friends."
So they continued, not a tear to be seen.
Off to the next beast. Who will it be?
Jim stood ahead of them. They both stopped and shouted. Jim is both of their nightmares and families who turned against them. He is the hate that they never showed. That they hid away and they let it grow.
All the anger they ever felt. Hidden away for so long. Never shown. Growing more and more powerful as the days went on.
They just smiled at him and danced whilst picking flowers.
Pink and yellow. Left and Right.
Jim grew smaller and smaller.
Weaker with each move.
'Til he was no bigger than a grain of rice.
She stuck him in her pocket and continued on.
"This is becoming easier."Patrune thought aloud.
"Come on, let's go!"
So they went.
Over the hills and deep through the valleys
Just one more.
Through a swamp and in a few caves.
Walking in a forest, almost lost.
Until, at last, they found the sweet litle girl.
Grown nearly to a woman now.
With all the others brought to size and calmed down.
It was like a morror.
Like a picture.
Perfect.
The little girl was her all along.
Just trapped and scared.
She introduced Zach and Jim
Feelong better than she ever could.
Such a happy person.
Poor little Patrune.
No more will she bully herself.
No more razors
No more knives
No more pills
No more beer
No more calorie counting
And no obsessions.
Just a normal girl
With a normal mind
Normal.
Repetition.
Hell is repitition.
Repetition is comfort.
Comfort is calm.
What is Hell, really?
Patrune wakes up in her room.
Done with the last real nightmare she'll ever know.
Bethany laid beside her and she told her.
Everything.
About the girl and the boy
And the scary man
She told her how she could eat
And not be ashamed.
She told her how she was helped.
"No,"Bethany told her,"you weren't helped.
You were strong
You did your best
You saw the good in yourself.
You did that.
Not anyone else."
Patrune guessed that was right.
She knew it was true.
She hoped this would last.
Her mind would no longer be plauged by hate.
Confusion
Fear
Anger
All in proportion now
Days went by
Then weeks
Then months.
After a year, she went off to college.
To become a psychologist.
Her dream come true
Living with Bethany
Happy and Normal.
Realization of self and determination towards a goal will be the main goals of troubled Patrune, who is presently unaware of her enlightening journey yet to come.
Patrune has had a rough night of horrific terrors, frightful meetings, and scary things she turned to in her moment of complete desparation. Now she gets to deal with the guilt.
Again and again.
With this quick-fix of hers.
Scars she hides and those she can't.
Emotional battles seem miniscule with what is to be.
These short-lived thrills will never suffice. Never be enough.
Not with the war she will face.
She gets up and wipes the red stains from the sink and puts the pill bottles away.
Skips breakfast. Again. Hell is repitition.
Repetition.
One more time.
Tonight will be the last. It never will be. It'll never be enough.
Ana in the morning. Zach throughout the day. Mostly at night. Jim, too. There's a nice girl, she never says her name. She only comes around at Patrune's most desparate times.
Ana at lunch
And dinner, too
They're always around, they just get stronger at triggering times.
Triggers.
Make a gun go boom.
Make Patrune tick. Certain memories, places, pictures, or even words could set her off.
She has a dream.
The kind of dream that is impossible for her to accomplish.
She wants to be a psychologist, but her condition prohibits her from doing so.
Her only hope that made her keep trying was her soulmate, Bethany, a girl who could understand everything.
Love and Hate.
Life and Death.
God and the Devil.
Good and Evil.
None would exsits if not for the other.
Live with hate to be able to die with love.
Ana was going at it again.
"An imperfect body reflects an imperfect soul.
They CANNOT make you happy.
Eat less, weigh less.
Skip dinner... You'll end up thinner.
Come on, Patrune, have some self-respect.
Just look at yourself.
No wonder noone loves you."
Patrune was learning to tune her out, thankfully, with the help of Bethany.
Poor, sweet, little Zach was sitting in the corner, trying not to cry from seeing Ana treat her that way. He's such a nice boy in such a state of pain.
She just noticed Bethany was with her.
Smiling at her as she tried to calm her down.
Alone in a room filled with people.
Lost and confused.
Scared and dark.
She doesn't know what to do.
She grabs onto her savior as if she was the last thing on Earth.
She cried and she cried and she knew not of what to do.
She tried and she tried but there was nothing to do.
The love of her life held her close.
Safe from the demons.
No harm here.
Warm and secure in the safety of her home.
Safe in these arms.
Every night, as Patrune went for bed
Her mother's old lullaby flew through her head.
"Good night and sweet dreams.
May nothing happen
but the best of things."
The evil she tunred to in her darkest times
Was coming back
She could not hide.
Forever cloaked by darkness.
More mundane rituals for tomorrow.
When it so happened that she awoke.
Unafraid and in control.
She realized she was not in her home
She smelled the air of sweet flowery scents.
Saw the feilds, each as perfect as the next.
Her friends that she's had her entire life
There stood these imaginary beings.
She knew she must control them to go back home.
First was Ana.
Her inner fear of imperfection.
She grabber the nearby trays of food.
All high calorie and so much sugar. So many carbs.
Despite Ana's warnings and shouts;
"Stop this! Do you always want to be fat and hated and never good enough?!"
She knew, though.
This was the only way.
She ate and she ate without a care. She saw herself in the mirror and didn't even stare. Ana smiled and walked away. Patrune had bested her and her twisted ways.
She got up and didn't feel sick at all.
Next is Zach, Who feels unloved by all. She saw him crying and ran to help
Knowing exactly how to go about this. She kneeled down and touched his hair.
"Don't worry,"she said,"I've been there."
He looked up and showed what noone else saw. Scars up his wrists and all down his arms.
"This one's for daddy, and that's for my mom. One's for my sister and here for that girl. The one that turned me down. Again. Hell. Hell is repitition. And I'm there. Always getting left by those who I loved. So I stopeed loving and look where I am."
Zach, Patrune's want and need to be loved.
"We both have Bethany, Zach, she loves everyone. Especially my friends."
So they continued, not a tear to be seen.
Off to the next beast. Who will it be?
Jim stood ahead of them. They both stopped and shouted. Jim is both of their nightmares and families who turned against them. He is the hate that they never showed. That they hid away and they let it grow.
All the anger they ever felt. Hidden away for so long. Never shown. Growing more and more powerful as the days went on.
They just smiled at him and danced whilst picking flowers.
Pink and yellow. Left and Right.
Jim grew smaller and smaller.
Weaker with each move.
'Til he was no bigger than a grain of rice.
She stuck him in her pocket and continued on.
"This is becoming easier."Patrune thought aloud.
"Come on, let's go!"
So they went.
Over the hills and deep through the valleys
Just one more.
Through a swamp and in a few caves.
Walking in a forest, almost lost.
Until, at last, they found the sweet litle girl.
Grown nearly to a woman now.
With all the others brought to size and calmed down.
It was like a morror.
Like a picture.
Perfect.
The little girl was her all along.
Just trapped and scared.
She introduced Zach and Jim
Feelong better than she ever could.
Such a happy person.
Poor little Patrune.
No more will she bully herself.
No more razors
No more knives
No more pills
No more beer
No more calorie counting
And no obsessions.
Just a normal girl
With a normal mind
Normal.
Repetition.
Hell is repitition.
Repetition is comfort.
Comfort is calm.
What is Hell, really?
Patrune wakes up in her room.
Done with the last real nightmare she'll ever know.
Bethany laid beside her and she told her.
Everything.
About the girl and the boy
And the scary man
She told her how she could eat
And not be ashamed.
She told her how she was helped.
"No,"Bethany told her,"you weren't helped.
You were strong
You did your best
You saw the good in yourself.
You did that.
Not anyone else."
Patrune guessed that was right.
She knew it was true.
She hoped this would last.
Her mind would no longer be plauged by hate.
Confusion
Fear
Anger
All in proportion now
Days went by
Then weeks
Then months.
After a year, she went off to college.
To become a psychologist.
Her dream come true
Living with Bethany
Happy and Normal.
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