I wake up in a room, by myself. I have no idea what's going on. What's happening? I feel a pressure in my veins, a delightful pressure. I wake up and try going on as 'normal' but something seems off. Nothing feels right. "Why does it feel like night today? Something in here's not right today. Why am I so uptight today?"

Nothing has the same appeal it did before. I carefully watch every passing person on the street as if they were a threat. I drop my head in attempt to ignore the threatening feel from everyone else. "Paranoia's all I got left."

I'm trying to think back to where this started and I'm carefully drawing a blank. My mind is fuzzy and I don't remember a thing. "I don't know what stressed me first or how the pressure was fed." I stopped for some reason and looked in a glass window of a shop. I froze in cold fear. My reflection was speaking to me.

"Iknow just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head." In terror I broke into a run but for every window I passed it continued to talk. "It's like a face that I hold inside. A face that awakes when I close my eyes. A face that watches every time I lie. A face that laughs every time I fall."

It watches everything.

"So that I know when it's time to sink or swim. That voice is inside is hearing me, right underneath my skin." I mutter to myself, feeling the terror build inside me again. Was I insane? I tore down the streets, half afraid of my own shadow. Everyone on the street was giving me the same look it gave me. It's like I'm paranoid, looking over my back. It's like a whirlwind, inside of my head. It's like I can't stop what I'm feeling with in. My head ached, as if I were just shot. The burning in my head was too much to take. I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop it. I fell to my knees, clutching my head as if it were going to fall off my head.

I looked up and in horrible, coincidence there was a window in front of me. Whatever was in the mirror was NOT me. It was... Animalistic. Horrible. It spoke again, this time a horrible smile curved on those animalistic lips. "It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin."

It changed for a moment and almost looked... agreeable. It shrugged as if this was no problem. I know I've got a face a face in me, points out all the mistakes in me. Then it looked at me. That malicious smile was back, and I hated it. Anger surged through me that made me want to smash the window. You've got a face on the inside too. And you're paranoia's probably worse. I knew now that this was not me. Who else could it be? Someone completely different. Then why was it MY reflection? It gave some notion as what was going on by jerking its head towards the side of the window were the reflection of the setting sun glimmered.

I don't know what set me off first, but I know what I can't stand. Everybody acts like the matter of the fact is I can't add up to what you can. My 'reflection' became angry. Animalistic anger, terrifying, nightmarish anger.

Just when I thought this couldn't become any more of a nightmare, it all changed. The reflection became more than a reflection. It stepped off of the window, becoming three dimensional, solid, becoming real.

In an instant everything froze and happened all at the same time. It snarled at me, like *I* was the multiple personality here. I tried to reason with it, afraid of what will happen if I didn't even at least try to stop it. I had doubts that if there was something it wanted to do to me in a struggle I wouldn't win. "But everybody has a face that they hold inside, a face that awakes when I close eyes. A face that watches every time I lie, a face that laughs every time I fall." This didn't seem to calm it down... Any. It watches everything.

I tried one more time to reason. "So you know when it's time to sink or swim. The face inside is watching you too-" It stopped me, growling fiercely in my face. Right inside your skin.

It's like I'm paranoid, watching over my back. It's like a whirlwind, inside of my head. It's like I can't stop, what I'm hearing within. It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin. She grabbed me roughly by the shoulders, and turned me around. I wasn't facing the sunset anymore. Now I was facing the pale moon in the sky. The voice was like cold air in a graveyard by my ear.

The face inside is right beneath your skin.

The face inside is right beneath your skin. Now I could hear an evil smile as my eyes dropped to the shadowed figure in front of me. She WAS smiling. The sky became darker, and something horrible began to happen as it repeated a third time. The face inside is right beneath your skin.

My eyes focused back on the moon. She continued, her voice became triumphant, or rhythmic. The sun goes down.

I felt my body become numb, as I fell to the moon's spell. It was like, being out cold but completely intact with everything at the same time. This would betray me and I knew it.

"I feel the light betray me."

The sun goes down.

"I feel the light betray me." Now I was no longer in the tranquil peace I was a moment ago. My veins rippled with searing pain as I realized what was happening. Her, the reflection, I was her. I was becoming her. I felt her becoming me, myself becoming her.

We're both speaking now, I was more screaming. "It's like I'm paranoid. Watching over my back, it's like a whirlwind inside of my head. It's like I can't stop what I'm feeling within it's like the face inside is right beneath my skin."

I looked in the window again, she was once more my reflection. But something changed, the words I said she said, and the evil smile I could feel spread across my own face as I repeated with demonic glee one more time. "It's like I'm paranoid. Watching over my back, it's like a whirlwind inside of my head. It's like I can't stop what I'm feeling within it's like the face inside is right beneath my skin."