I wrote this at the weekend and reading back through it, it is actually a bit morbid. Oh well, read at your own risk...
I have nightmares most nights, I act immune during the day but in my dreams I can hear their screams.
Everyday so many tourists come in only to never come out. I know this, but do I stop them? No, I help the killers, I sicken myself sometimes.
But when I see them, their beautiful faces, their superhuman strength, their uncanny intellect, their mysterious red eyes and their eternal life, I know why I help. It is my dearest wish to become one of them. But to tell the truth, it is more likely I'll end up like the tourists.
By DeeplyShallow