That day. I knew something was wrong with me. My hands are muddled by blackness, it was dirty, severe, horrendous. I was petrified by it. That's when I quickly put on some white gloves, went in my car, and headed out to the doctor's. I asked the doctor what was going on with me, as I showed him my hands. And what the doctor told me, shocked me. It was then that I knew, my hands were starting to be consumed by darkness. It was then, that when I was 18 around that time, I realized something: I had mynsophobia.