"N-no! D-don't! P-please! Stop! AGH!!" His hands drew up in a retreat to his head, using his large muscular arms to shield it. But the desperate attempt for attention was not meant for the outside troupers that stormed the mans whittled and wrecked mind... No. The attempt was one of protection against what lurked behind his closed eyes... The memories...
"STOP! AGHHHHHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Swarms of overwhelming pools came to wash over him in heaps of emotion. Waterfalls of agony terrorizing every inch of his already broken and tampered mind... So intently he tried to free himself of the Devils sinking their fangs deep within the insides of his blood stained mind walls.
Fingers twirling around sweat coated locks, hands drenching in thick hair and yanking, pulling, teasing, trying to wrench the memories free as if... As if the roots of his hair had the memories attached to them... As if with one strong enough pull, he could finally liberate himself of the treachery.
"PLEASE!!!" His voice was already so hoarse from screaming, every night.... Every time he did this... Every time he fell asleep. His eyes closed to find nightmares, not dreams. And for the longest time all he did was wake to an even worse nightmare than any he would fall asleep to... But tonight... He would not suffer the wrath of his own mind, the worst thing possible yes, no he would not suffer it alone...
See even physical torture could not match the power of ones mind. Especially not this one... So traumatized in any and every. Possible. Way. There was no explaining how deep the scars ran... How far they sank like anchors to never return... Lost... To the sea of sorrow swelling within. The mind. The mind could replay those horrid scenes on an account of endless amounts of times... Endless... So no matter how many disasters one faced and lived, or died truly throughout... No matter the state one was left in, all of it, all of it!... Was replayed, relived, so many... Too many times... Over and over again whenever the night came around... Whenever this happened... Whenever sleep reaped... And the windows to the soul were enveloped in the such opposite of hope to such an eternal extent not even the imagination could cover all of its distance... How far the mind was willing to go to make oneself suffer... And this man... Oh how this man's mind did exactly just that but all at a price of forever multiplied by always times worse... Lost in memories... When the memories began to come back... The memories... The memories!

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Alright please tell me what you guys think, I'd really enjoy some constructive criticism to help me become a better writer. This was more of a prologue than anything... But I was in the Stucky mood and can't wait to see where the next chapters of this journey will take me and whoever decides to embark this train.