My perfect little world crumbles before me . Buildings tumble to the ground, and street lights hit the pavement with the sound of shattering glass. The tiny little fractures that slowly formed in the walls I lived within, the deteriorated state of the city around me, the anxious faces of the people that passed me . Things I refused to acknowledge , things I told myself were unimportant . But now I stand here in the midst of it, paralyzed , paying for my ignorance by watching everything disappear before my eyes . And all I can hear are screams, incredibly pained screams. But no one else is here . It's just me, and I'm all alone . I realize I'm the one screaming, and when I look around the world is not in pieces.