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asylum

my mind is racing as well as my heartbeat. but then again, i don't have a heart anymore—just a dark and empty hole growing deeper and deeper.

the dark night sky can never beat the darkness in my soul. i tell the universe to fuck itself, and that it can never turn me into a castaway.

but now it looks as if i have cast myself away from everybody. i don't want anyone with me. i suddenly like the feeling of being alone.

until this girl comes along and violates the only peace i have. she left the whole evening and i hope she won't show up anymore.

i doubt that.

i lay on my mattress, the cold and gray fleece blanket covering my legs. the only thing i have on is my boxer briefs and nothing else.

i'm used to the frigid air. but i'm not used to the girl sitting in the corner of my room, creeping me out.

"just sleep, michael. i love watching you sleep."

"i never sleep. i just don't. stop it with your bullshit and get out of here." i'm tired of this. i want her gone.

"oh but i can't. you see, michael," she cooes as she steps towards me, "i can't leave. i live in your mind..." her legs are now on either side of my waist, "i'm straddling you, but you can't feel my weight, can you?"

i realize the truth in her words. i can touch her, but i don't feel her weight on me at all even though she's sitting right on my stomach.

i gulp.

she laughs, "stupid, stupid, michael. you shouldn't be here. you should be in a mental asylum."

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