He was a creature, just like me, or at least I thought he was. He reaches out to me, I embraced him, eager for the contact. Once he touched me however, the illusion was broken. My heart sinks when tendrils reach out to grab at me, it tears and rips at my skin. I cry out but my voice is drowned by the ever-enclosing darkness.
I struggle and struggle, squirm and bite and after what seems like an eternity, he releases me and he sinks into the dark.
I run away, tears streaming from my eyes and blood flowing from the hot wounds. Even though I wish I would I could not die, I knew I had to live, for a purpose not yet known.
