Madness string 95327

Random mermaid
To me the real horror isn't seeing the bed. It's knowing that this human being chose to get back into that bed night after night, and knowing that the only reason he didn't choose to get back into that bed that night was because he came into the hospital for some other symptom.
My brain caught on to stupid things and connected them to the events and made them into triggers. Mom's perfume. The sound of glass shattering or a door banging open. A song that was playing at the time. Even now I still hate the song but at least it doesn't trigger a flashback anymore. Blood on beige carpet featured prominently in my nightmares.