There comes a time in everybody's life when they are hit with a revalation.
A thought, an enlightenment, whatever.
For most people, it comes at age 30 or so.
A midlife crisis of sorts, where they know exactly what they want do and where they want to go with there life.
Even if it's too late.
It's there, always waiting for the right time to jump out and you and knock you down.
But for some, the ones that are never normal, it comes much sooner…
Too soon even.
This is the story of just sucha person.
Me
Not an outcast, no.
I had friends, was popular, had a good life…
Perfect, some might say.
But in one night, my fragile hold on the reality I strove to create slipped and fell into nothing.
Like me.
In one night, I was gone.
Torn away from everything and everyone that held value in my sorry existence on this earth.
By them.
Who is them?
You know.
They're everywhere.
Watching…
Waiting…
For the opportune moment for the attack.
They are vile, nasty creatures that dwell in the darkest places, looking for innocence to rip away...
lives to break...
Like mine.
I don't talk to anyone anymore.
Why?
I don't know who to trust, who will turn out like them.
So now I sit and merely exist.
Waiting…
Watching…
Letting this fire burn inside me.
Burn until it consumes me, takes hold.
Let it burn day and night, lighting even the darkest corner of my being.
Nothing is secret, nothing is safe.
Not anymore.
Not since that night.
So this is my life.
My very own fire.
My Inferno.
