h darkness. So dense was its darkness that I could barely notice any object around me except myself. I kept walking on the path of a road until I finally rea

ouse, but I could barely control my steps, how much more my entire self. I opened through the wooden door and immediately found myself in the middle of a large roundly shaped room having all sorts

me and would not stop but kept echoing all over again sa

into a trance and being controlled by it, however this

into its trance the more I got absorbed to it

from further movement, I imagined if only I could get an object to shatte

wondered why I was holding the pistol with a right hand, when I was truly left handed, but I could only see myself raising the gun forward and shooting at the mirrors all ar

come upon me again and so with the last strength left in me, I fought myself o

open, which definitely wasn’t locked in the first place, she turned on the light and ran towards me calling out

lock close to the right hand side of my bed; it was forty seven minutes past two o clock in the morning. I took a stir at the three pictures hanged on the wall direct

on, but wasn’t sure if they were my true models, certainly wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to be a freedom fighter but I am so certain of wanting to die as a dancer.

so I told her I was good enough, and p

herself for working two shifts just to put br

. But I guess mum never liked the idea of me being a professional dancer but had always wanted me to be a

S.S.P and had no plan of stopping the game until it was dawn, at least that way, I would not get back to sleep and would certainly see no more nightmare. I thought I could hold