"Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence
"It's true: We're all a little insane," echoed Johnny's words through Todd's head. Squee sat on the floor with his knees up to his chest and his head resting in his hands.
"Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time," Johnny had once told him.
"But it's taking over all the time," Squee whispered to the still air. He was terrified of the Sickness. Already he had killed about a dozen people today. It was slowly getting worse. It wasn't like him to be violent, at least it wasn't when he was sane... right? Already his memory was slipping away. Something clawed behind a nearby wall. IT was here. IT was hungry.