He woke up,body sore, and staggered breathing. Flashes of the ‘dream’ he had still in mind. 

      Fragments of glass, a distorted voice, those black…cold..heartless eyes. His head throbbed and the yells were suppressed,stuck in his throat. Hands wanted to tear through the flesh and bone, he wanted to let it out. 

      Holding it in was killing him,dear god, it was K I L L I N G him! Destroying him and sending him deeper into the unknown. It wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop it, the fear he caused, was enough to keep it etched into his thoughts. He just wanted it to stop,he wanted to breath and go back into a sleep that was filled with nothingness instead of..this.

     After sitting up and wiping the sweat off of his forehead, an idea came to mind.. It wouldn’t hurt if he simply..followed through with that. He couldn’t handle it right now.