Brandon Baxter

Crimson dreams

Chapter 1: White Walls ‘The echo of pure silence inside my head is deafening. I can’t stand the monotonous hum my brain creates to drown out the emptiness. I fear my sanity is being jeopardized at every imaginary tick of a second hand going around a clock. I begin to beg to the force that controls time, to make it tick faster until my consciousness awakes once again.’