Katie wasn't herself. She was fighting this thing inside her, but she was weak. This thing abused her body—tormented it. It haunted her since she was a young girl, it came back and haunted her and her boyfriend, and now it possessed her body. And in one body, there was only room for one entity—and her own soul was slowly being evicted from her own mortal part. She wasn't sure how much longer she could fight this, she need help—but she didn't get it stranded on this desert.

They—being the paranormal creature inside her body and herself—had been walking, searching. They sat adjacent to a road, it wasn't quite right next to it—anyone driving by wouldn't notice them. But today, the demon dragged her dying body, and held up her thumb on the side of the road. The real Katie inside hoped no one would pick them up. It was strange, yes, because her throat was dry and her thirst had long since been quenched. She feared she would die, but the timidity inside her had become so regular and daily that she became numb to it. She forget what happiness ever felt like—what love ever felt like.

Love…

She missed Micah. Though he was absolutely insane and drove the beast and encouraged it—she missed him. Perhaps it was ironic. She missed being able to sleep next to him and no matter the event she always had just the tiniest sliver of safety. She couldn't help but feel guilty. Though it wasn't her that actually killed him, his blood was on the hands that she tried so hard every day to claim as hers. She missed seeing his face…she longed for him again. But this was just another one of the hundreds of emotions she felt on a daily basis.

Regret.

Longing.

Terror.

Anger.

Despair.

Sorrow.

Fury.

Loss.

Resentment…

Just to name a few.

This thing that was trying to overpower her body was also at war with her mind. Every day she felt herself drawing closer to insanity. She felt this thing building its towers and weapons in order to defeat her. She fought—she fought hard. If she was going to die, she was going to die trying to stay alive. The worst part was, though, that she knew she was going to die. Even if she did accidentally manage to brush shoulders with someone who could help she committed a crime and people would show no pity to someone who brutally murdered her boyfriend after claiming paranormal beings living at the crime scene. No one would believe it—no one that has never experienced such occasions. She'd immediately be locked in jail, and be left there to die with this beast inside her.

But in all this darkness, there was the smallest—the tiniest—spark of hope. Nothing comes out of a vicious battle without battle scars, including the beast from below. She also felt this thing getting weaker. It wasn't much, and it probably would never matter because of its strength, but he she had to keep hope. She had to. If she didn't the only thing she had left to lose was her life. And the only way she wouldn't perish in vain was to bring this thing to the pits of death with her.

And that is what she would die trying to do.