What happens when you 'lose it'? Do you yell, cry or go berserk and destroy everything in your path? Sometimes there comes a moment when you reach a breaking point. You're faced with something so powerful that you change completely for a moment in time. It can be for the better or for the worst, but in the end, we do things that we normally wouldn't do.

He led me quickly through a maze of grimy streets until we reached what seemed like a graveyard for businesses. Everywhere I looked, I saw old factories and warehouses, windows either broken or boarded up. Grass was yellow and untended weeds grew so high that in some places they would come up to my waist. WE kept on walking until we came to one that seemed to be a little better-kept than the others. It was a big grey warehouse; there were no windows and only one door. There was no sign to indicate which company it belonged to.

But that didn't matter now. I took in a deep breath and thought over my quickly-made plan in my head again. It looked like it would work. I mean, how hard could it be?

"We're here." The man said abruptly. That was the first thing he had said since promising to show me this place. He hadn't asked me any questions, obviously he'd done this before.

"Thanks." I said, and then walked up to the door and knocked on it. It opened a little bit.

"What do you want?" A voice hissed. Taken by surprise, I couldn't respond at all. I just stood there, looking slightly awkward.

"Why do I always get the newbies?" The voice muttered to itself, and the door opened more, letting me into a dark corridor. It was too dark to even see the face of the person who'd opened the door for me. Our footsteps echoed loudly as we walked.

"So," he asked, "Looking for anything specific?"

"Anything specific?" I asked curiously.

"You know, blonde, tanned… how do you like them?" He explained. I don't it was possible to phrase that sentence so that women were referred to more objectively. Part of me was taken aback by what he said, but the rest of me was remembering. Remembering that fact that I used to talk and think like that. That I used to refer to women in the same sense.

"Let me show you some." He said. And I realised that all along the corridor were doors. He opened one after the other, in each room was a woman. Their eyes were filled with fear, pain and desperation, and their faces were soaked with tears. It was slightly scarring. The man next to me seemed indifferent. As if the women weren't even there. But still, all I could think of was Ed.

"You know, we'd get through this a lot quicker if you told me what you were looking for." He said when we had almost reached the end of the corridor.

"I'm looking for a boy." I said "Blond hair, gold eyes…"

"A little on the short side?" He asked

"Yeah, but should never mention it to him unless you want your ass kicked." I said without thinking. The man looked at me questioningly for a second because of that statement but then spoke again

"Oh, yeah. We just got a kid like that in. He'll go pretty quickly though, I'm pretty sure a lot of people will want to get their hands on him."

And then I lost it.

An image of someone else taking Ed away and doing things that I didn't even want to think about to him just make me snap, and I lost all control. I turned to face him head-on and punched him in the face. He fell to the ground. Quickly he got up and swung at me, hitting me on the jaw, I stumbled back for a second. Unwilling to screw around anymore, I snapped my fingers and immediately he burst into flames. I watched him burn, so overwhelmed by anger that I still felt boiling hot even as the last of the flames had died down.

Hey! Finally chapter 8! So sorry for the long wait and also I'm so very sorry that this chapter is really short. But I had extreme writer's block and for a while I was too busy to even get a chance to get on my laptop. But never mind, I'm here and so is the new chapter. I hope you guys all enjoy it and I swear that next chapter will be a lot better, OK? PLEASE GIVE ME AS MUCH CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN! This story can only get better if you help me. I love you all and thanks for readiing!