I hate when this happens.
Disagreements are the worst.
Disagreements on fundamental, moral issues are the worst.
Disagreements on the fact if it's an issue or not are the worst.
And for the cherry on top - disagreements if it's the worst or not are the worst.
Because what if it's not just about this issue? What if it's a reflection of the person himself? What if we disagree about something and it means I disagree with him as a person and everything he stands for?
It is. That is exactly what it is.
...
No. It's happening again.
I can feel it rising like a black pit of tar pooling around my ankles. It's starts there and moves upwards, taking my legs so I can't run away. Now my arms are stuck and I can't push it away.
"Just stop thinking like that. Just walk away."
My legs are caught in the viscous black sludge and the words are added to the mix, causing it to rise faster.
"Just tell yourself it's not real. Just push it away."
My arms are bound too. The words are added to the mix, causing it to rise faster.
I push and i strain but my limbs are not strong enough to combat this mess. The darkness closes in around me, creeping up over my eyes, cutting me off from the seeing the world, cutting me off from the light. I am powerless as a werewolf is to the full moon.
I am completely gone and the transformation has begun.
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Black Sludge
RandomThis isn't just a story. Although the words are stitched together on a page for you to read, these aren't simply just words. This is a window into my reality. These are images of my pain and suffering. Sometimes it's by words, tears, or blood. This...
