This is a product of my own insomnia.

To my readers; I love you.

And I give you my preface;


It's amazing how a shadow knows nothing of the body it's reflecting.

It hasn't got a mind, nor a will. There's no creativity. Though, nor is there independence. It's stuck to you. It knows nothing of the person it belongs to.

A shadow could care less for your happiness; you're joy. Isn't that unfair?

It's a part of who you are. It's a part you're ignoring; you don't give a crap about your shadow.

But you will.

The moment it's taken from you.

Darkness. I'm momentarily surrounded by it. As I have been. Every night lately.

The weight of my back is on the wall. My throat is dry and aching. My eyes are on the floor. My hands in my hair and the last bit of dignity and control I have is slowly fading out of me. Which leaves me drowning in self-pity.

Insomnia.

Oh, how you will see the world as a different place.

It's so typical. I had it all planned out. My high school, college, job, marriage, kids.

I would stay with my parents until I was 21. Then I'd buy myself the biggest apartment in London. I'd get married at 28 and I'd get three kids. I'd be the rich. I'd be happy.

But then this. This place I'm in, this ache in my throat. My mouth was dry, constantly. My eyes were only looking for possibilities. I saw a rock. Oh, the ideas I had with a simple rock.

The sight of human drove me crazy.

My body immediately launched itself at the object of my temporary obsession. My… prey.

You have to understand. I couldn't help it. My feet were carrying me. My body wanted nothing else but to satisfy the burn. It hurt so bad.

But my mind had other plans.

My feet stopped and I collapsed to the floor. I couldn't take it. What was I going to do?

I couldn't stop this… this bloodlust.

I was a killer and I fed on victory.

The hunters obsession.

Try 'n stop me.


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