Butterfly Suicide

I walked out of the door of my nightmare hoping to see the sunlight, hoping to bask in it...hoping I was free...



But all I see are countless doors standing on top of nothingness, it seems as if there’s everything and nothing at the same time. Some doors rattled occasionally and blood seep out behind the door. Suddenly, I felt bone-chilling coldness nestling deep inside my bone marrow.



I heard the sounds of chain clicking and hesitantly looked behind only to see a closed, blood-red door being entrapped inside the pulsing vines.





“Ah...It seems I am already dead, Oh well"

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A/N: I wrote this based on my nightmare. I probably read too much horror novels. （；´д｀）ゞ