• I once awoke from a deep slumber, in the coldest hour of the night, to find myself in my most natural state... alone...

    The screams of madness from my dreams followed me into this world, and clouded my thoughts with sorrow, sadness, and murder. Constantly and restlessly they replayed in my head, giving no sign of the time they would cease. I hated them so much... with each shriek and shrivel I felt my eyes sink into my skull. I needed to rid myself of these cursed signals of fear.



    It was then I opened my jaw and released a sound equally maddening and psychotic. For a moment I felt at ease... but the night's sweet black veil provided no ears to take this wretched sound, and so the echoes returned to me, filling my mind once more. They were angry. They knew I didn't want them. They sung their songs louder this time, and inched me even closer to death. This cacophony was ceaseless and unmerciful. With a clouded mind I walked to the nearest wall, to a small ray of reflected light I spotted.



    It's frame was magnificent, bearing shades of lustrous silver and sweet sanguine, but it's image was grotesque and haunting. A wretch of a monster was found within. It's eyes were hollow and blank, and it's skin was brother to the moon in color. It mocked and mimicked my motions, following each twitch and move with precise efficiency. I dared to touch the picture, and soon realized why the screams had found such familiarity within me. I discovered exactly why any who saw me in my dreams shrieked so loudly. I was an abomination. An affront to all that is beautiful. I was an abhorring statement in my own existence. It was a mirror I had been cursing with silent insults. And now it's image bore a sorrowful face, as well as a hideous one. I ran to a nearby room with doors. The doors, the doors, oh how the doors taunted me. Which one contained freedom? And which one gave token to further entrapment? I closed my eyes and grasped a knob.

    The knob turned and I felt a breeze... and a chill.



    I was free from the confines of this prison I called home... but where would I go? The night was still casting her blanket of darkness over all... and any who saw me would surely run in fear. I decided not to care and continued regardless. The streets were empty. The houses were hosts to black windows. My only companions were the stones and gravel that made my feet sore. Along a path I trudged, wanting to find something that would show me who I was, and why I looked this way. Suddenly, I heard a lovely sound. It was accompanied by the pitter-patter of feet. It was a woman singing to herself and she walked. I walked along with the shadows to her. She gazed at me and fell silent. I tried to speak,.. but only groans and grunts made themselves heard. Then the woman screamed at me... and I finally realized who I was.



    Those dreams... they were not dreams at all. They were memories. The mirror,... wasn't showing me how I looked in my worst hour... it was telling me what I looked like at all times. I was a beast. A monstrosity. Running back to my hole, I suddenly experienced a phantasmagoria known as acceptance. I was a monster, and the monster's life I must live. I returned to my sleeping chambers and closed my eyes. Hoping that they would never open again.