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Walking, through the fog, I can’t see through it, how I long to see my future, my purpose, my meaning. I’m alone, lost, searching into the unknown, endless, silence, icy stillness. I hear … Voices, calling to me, chanting my name, over and over again. Could this be it? I run through the fog, I must find them, follow them, answers! I see light, hope. The fog begins to disappear, clear. Voices, getting louder, clearer. The force, pulling me to them, stronger. I begin to make out a shadow of something, faster still, a bush? So close, I can sense them, fear. A rose bush, so beautiful yet so painful. Stairs, heaven? I stop. Stare. Disbelief. There’s no one. I get that feeling, my heart flutters. I long. I walk, slowly, carefully, following my hearts desires. The voices weren’t people, SHE was calling to me, beckoning. The stairs, creaking under my feet, trance. I never knew something so deadly could feel so good. Climbing to my fate, willing me, a temptress. I love this feeling, like no other, my heart aching for it. I reach the top, on a high. I grab for it, grey, dull, long, sharp. My frozen hands grip it tightly. PAIN. Spikes stick into me. Adrenaline rushing. Blood gushing. I feel so … alive. I bring it up, higher, higher, above my head. I grip it with both hands now. Pleasure. I bring it to my neck, and wrap it round. It pierces my soft flesh with ease, SCREAM, I need more. Blood, trickles down my neck, at first. It drops, elegantly to the floor. They slide deeper, deeper. I let my screams echo through the empty, baron, lifeless plain. A plain between worlds perhaps. The crimson beauty pouring out, continuous. There’s only one thing that can satisfy my hunger! The wire, knotted tightly, I attach it to the edge. Feeling faint. Swallowed up by my addiction, my need, greed. Heart, beating faster. Mind, focused, determined. I step towards the end, balancing on a knife edge, savour. My arms, spread out, embrace. Eyes close, heaven. Smile, feel the wire on my neck, the air on my face, the satisfying pain. Weaker. Senses, overridden. I lean forward, over the edge. Falling, falling. Fading. Fading. TWISTED! Consumed.

I gasp for breath, sit up, clawing at my neck. My bedroom walls that I once hated, loathed, suddenly seem so comforting. I fall back down and look at my ceiling. My mind, disturbed by my sick pleasure.
It might have been just a dream, but I fear it may become my twisted reality.