Peter's Journal

You Thought I Wouldn't Get Back Up?

The sentient sludge is beginning to manifest itself again. For the hundredth time in my life, it's coming back and trying to get ahold of me.

I'm sick of it. Sick of this whole routine. The dread of it coming back... Latching itself to me.... Encasing me in all my fears and hatred to the point where I don't know what to do anymore.

Then it ends with me finding an opening... A helping hand pulls me out of this hell hole and convinces me that whatever thoughts were implanted into me were fake. That they're nothing but lies. Lies to make me vulnerable and take me away from everything I love once it had the chance.

But I didn't let it. I never did.

As it growls, I hold my ground.

"Youuuu arrre notttt goinnnng tooooo surviiiive. Everyone hatessss youuuu-"

"No they don't. These are just lies. Lies I can see through."

The mass hisses at me.

"I speak the truthhh. Noticeee the signnnns. How she-"

"You're not bringing them into this. You plagued me the last time and ruin what we had."

"Both you and I knowwww that it is true. We know the realll truthh! Don'tttt deny it!"

It grows in size and towers over me. Tendrils attempt to consume me, but can't. They don't latch on and merely slip off.

Frustrated, the monster screams and attempts to engulf me only to cascade off me back to the ground.

"You can't hurt me. Not if I let you. I control what damages me. You may know my weaknesses. My worst fears. The things I hate. The things that make me break. But I will NEVER give in. Not til the day I die because even they know I'm stronger than you and every single demon you throw at me."

I'm not vulnerable anymore.