A Repetitive Nightmare: Attached.

        I struggle as I try to run. Panic screams in my head and my legs refuse to move. The world moves at a regular pace, but I'm stuck in slow motion. I twist, thrashing about, desperate, I try to scream. I don't make a sound. Sweat drips off of my forehead and my body slowly becomes more lethargic.
       I begin to cry, still I don't make a sound. Fear boils in my stomach and I can feel my heart rattling inside my rib cage. Soon, my childish attempts to escape stop completely, I'm frozen. Everything becomes dark, voices whisper at me in the dark. Taunting, giggling. In one last frantic attempt I fling myself around, a string gets caught between my fingers. I gasp as I look closer, the string is attached to my hands. I begin to slowly look at the rest of my limps. Strings in my hands, feet, legs, arms and even my neck.
       Looking up to where the strings lead, it hits me, I'm a puppet.
       Then her face appears, looking down at me. My whole world collapses.

   She controls me. 

       Isn't it strange how your dreams can tell you more than your reality?