"Disorientated and lost in the dark, my thoughts jumped straight to spiders and sharks, but at that moment in time and in space, I didn't know what it would be that I'd face. See, all I'd been told was that I would be scared, not with what my head would be shared. I was never prepared for the ride of my life, I was shoved in the cart and then suddenly-
lights.
He took his place, the puppeteer, and I took mine: his puppet. I never signed up, I never auditioned, why is there a-
camera.
I see my life, but it's not the same: I'm not in control. Doused with inability, I cannot stop this show. I'm feeling a dull heaviness emitting from my core, but I'm not feeling anything beyond my feet on floor. Nothing's making sense to me, it's all a mere abstraction of what it used to be before the puppeteer said-
action.
I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to pull the strings off my mind, but he watches me struggle and laughs at me try and he pulls two more strings and he's forced me to smile.
Intermission.
And so, I exist; with the gates of my head open for him to come and go as he pleases and not so much as a crack in my exterior to let the hell he's crafted seep out until the moment I call-
lights out."
