"...It begins with the almost frantic sense of emptiness inside oneself, as if the pump of one's heart were sucking on air. One has to be blind to perceive the emptiness, of course, but that's what envy is, a selective blindness..." Nelson W. Aldrich
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Sex: male Age: 22 Location:
The Back Of Your Mind, United States
Member since: October 21, 2012 Account: Free Account
The feeling.. it's like being ripped apart from everything you know and love. It's like taking a razor blade to your throat. It's like taking your hand and ripping out your own heart. It's like being hung upside down till the only thing you throw up is blood. It's like tearing your fingers off your hand; one by one by one.
You're trapped in your own mind, nothing but cold, stone walls around you. There's only one door in front of you, but you're too scared to walk through it. Your bare feet tremble against the coarse, solid stone. Your arms rapped around your naked body as you come closer to the door. Your body starts to break out in a sweat even though it's freezing, shaking as if it were completely covered with white, angelic snow.
Your hand finds it's way to the wall to brace your body for what is to come from the other side of the door. You grab the silver, ungodly cold handle to the door and push through it to find yourself.. in another room. You jerk your head 180 degrees to look at the ominous room you were just in and collide with a stone-cold wall. You collapse on the ground with a harsh moan.
After sobbing for many moments, you look around the new room and see nothing.. Nothing but a single doorway out.