The white roomed became a class room. Each time it followed the same process, students sat on their desks following each instruction. 

Then I'd hear a name which would seem to be my own as I'd lift my head up to a bloody scene of blood and organs all over the place. 

The walls the pool of blood on the floor the intestines remaining on the seat of every student. The blood and chopped pieces of the teacher on the board in the front. 

The windows completely blurred away to nothing as they were painted in red from the blood as so was my clothes and skin. 

I broke down. 

I was beaten, multiple times for several days of sleep and torture in an abandoned building. Centipedes crawled my body as my clothes were ripped and my ears were their entry point. 

Tied to chains on legs and hand, it was pointless to escape and my blood emitted from the floor underneath me. 

My nails turned black of blood and my eyes with bloody veins caused of stress and pain. My ears bleeding as for many times the centipedes crawled in and out as I lived on with the pain. 

Then they'd appear every time with bats, iron rods, rocks and drugs. 

I was injected with drugs as to neutralize the pain in some areas as they experimented with my body and beat me up without my defense. 

I was weak. 

Locked away, secluding myself from society as on the news my name came known for something I did not commit. The blame of every classmates life was placed on me with no proper evidence and the people could only agree. 

My supposed temporary family did what they could to help me out even calling my biological family for the trouble I've been faced with. 

I was abandoned. 

They wanted nothing to do with me and my temporary family became my own, yet I secluded myself as they took me in. 

Pitiful. 

I'd agreed on raising a child, it was Marie's and my own. Marie the one who helped me the most from the bullying and misfortune I've faced in school. 

We've had a child and she was gone in that same incident that brought me down. Her family only helped for our daughter as they funded me and I used it all just for her. My family as well, but with a little bonus for myself as they'd knew I'd never use the money on me. 

I saw her grow, each step she took. I hid from society although for her I tried going out hidden under a mask and hoodie. 

I remained afraid. 

Sick, I grew as it started with minor coughs and breathing. My breathing would become heavy and difficult as my coughs would furtherly intensify. 

I was not permitted entry to the hospital, however a former friend helped me out with bringing medication and medical equipment to my home. 

It served no purpose as my condition didn't get better. He had reasons of helping me and admitted regret on not being there for me. 

The last moments.

I was with my daughter, around six years old. Healthy as I'd made sure to keep her in a well off growth. 

She had raging tears as my heartbeat dwindled with the medical monitors. I gave her a huge smile and last peaceful goodbye as we both cried and I died with a smile for her. 

Desperate. 

I could hear her cries as my death had come. 

Reality?

I have no recollection as it only ever comes as an unknown dream. 

Pointless to force myself to remember.