Fake

My state of mind is broken and the world around me is fading into my madness. It didn't start with the killer clown in the sewer, or even the monster under my bed. No, it started when my own parents took away the sweet dreams, and replaced them with nightmares. The loss of innocence is something that should never be celebrated. Yet, mine was taken when I was seven. Nightmares roam my world, either trying to help me or attempting murder. This is not a story of rape or toture, this is the story of how my world came to be, and how I became like this.