Several months later...

I sat on my bed in my little shelter, stepping my foot constantly. My leather tunic patted and occasionally rubbed together on my pants. My shelter wasn't too big, no larger then 6 by 6 by 4. It only had enough room for a crafting table, a furnace, a double chest and a bed. This was my home, and has been for a few months.

My mind has gone to dark places. Deeper and darker as the days go on, and I am nothing like the cheerful teenager I used to be. I was just your average kid going though life without a worry, now the entire world wants me dead. What a difference a few hours can make. What a difference one question can do,

I haven't slept in days, and what little sleep I had before that didn't help so much as it was rough. I was constantly woken by the screams of my dead friends, and illusions of He who will not be named. These nightmares have been unbearable and my constant hallucinations have made me see and feel things not there. My fingers were scarred bloody messes of scratches and picked cuticles I've been bearing with for months. 

I've literally lost everything. My friends, my town, my sanity.

I felt tears go down my cheeks like many a days before. I looked over to my crafting table, the bottle still stood there. I Don't know why I hesitate. The world is better without me, but it's been months since I've fled my town, surviving by a thread. I've still held that bottle and contemplated it multiple times each and every Notch damn day, but something... something is keeping me from doing it!! Some force I cannot see doesn't want me to die, but I do. All I can ask, is "Why?"

I slammed my head into the wall over and over again like times before, with the little blood splat on the wooden walls from the many slams before. I sighed I couldn't figure out my life. I just had to swallow that liquid, or hang myself, or cut myself, or a thousand other ways to end my life, but why am I hesitating, knowing the world would be better without me? I had so many questions I could not answer. It would end my suffering... by why couldn't I do it?

I felt my stomach growl in hunger. I had moved over to my chest to see it full of dust. I had to go hunting, but I was terrified of going outside. Most of my days were spent inside or close to tiny homestead I made, terrified to leave. I would try and catch up on sleep, but nothing worked; my insomnia was unlike anything. I don't like to go outside, I'm afraid of him. It wasn't just never ending nightmares that trapped me, but also flashbacks of their blood splattering on my face and witnessing them be violently slaughtered in front of me.

My stomach still growled. I was hungry But food wouldn't come on its own, and of course, starving myself was beyond my control. Trust me, I tried, but my bodies survival instinct would kick in, making me eat anything to survive. Anything from rotting meat to raw food that gave me food poisoning. I sighed and grabbed my slightly beaten up wooden sword and took a single step outside my wooden door. I glanced around erratically, looking for any sign of Him. I dare not say or think of His name. When I saw nothing, I made my way to the forest north of my house with no moon to light my way. I didn't want to go out at night, but it's been about 3 days since I've last eaten.

The forest looked like your normal forest, with oak and the occasional birch tree scattered about, as well as some flowers. I would almost leap from tree to tree, holding my back to the bark, afraid of seeing anything. I herd a heavy step I saw the black and white colors of a cow over a head of me. I was suspicious, I had seen cows with white eyes before, and it usually meant He was near to torture me. Or it was another illusion of my mind, pick your poison.

I tossed a stick towards them. One turned and looked my way. I saw dark spots within the cows vision spheres and sighed a small sigh of relief. I went over to the herd and stabbed each of them, grabbing the 3 pieces of raw beef and 3 leather they dropped. It was hard for me to kill animals. I loved them, and even though I never abstained from meat, it's different when your are the one killing them.

I felt a breeze blow by me, a chilling eerie breeze. I started to walk away deeper into the forest, looking for more food, but then started to run out of fear. I should have just turned back. The oak trees became less prevalent and soon birch took over. The breeze, I had felt this type of breeze before, the murky aura as it shifted the leaves in the tree. I looked behind me often and to my sides.

Glancing forward, I skidded to a stop when I saw something in front of me. I stood a gape as I saw what was before me. There were glass blocks in the ground, shards of razor sharp pieces of the clear blocks and with a golden pickaxe laying near and a sign. It read "esolc ma I" with several scratch marks around the words.

I hyperventilated. Then, I saw a tree in front of me. An oak tree, out of place in the birch forest, with no leaves. I went wide eyed as I felt a breeze blow past me. I felt a strong aura behind me. I slowly turned around...

There, He stood, looking right at me with direct eye contact. He gave a sly smile whilst holding what seemed to be a battle axe made of diamond.
This was the man causing the pain for me for months. The man I would loose sleep to, the man who took everything I once had, the Man I brought to this world. I grabbed my wood sword and pointed it at him, shakily. I was pissed off, terrified and depressed all together at him.

"N-No more... I-I-I will k-kill you for what you have d-done." Truing to act tough, but it was clear I was terrified. I knew I couldn't kill him, but I would die trying.

"If  you kill me." Emphasizing the 'If' in the sentence. He swung his axe and my sword was thrown from my grasp, and shattered on the ground. I breathed heavy as a small bit of lava appeared on my right side. I saw him walk towards me... and I made a 180 and ran.

I didn't stop, I would be screwed. Going as fast as I could, I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I felt warm liquid blood drip down, I was shot. I felt a little light headed seeing my own blood. I held my arm in pain and kept running, and saw the leaves on the trees fall off before my very eyes. I saw a break off into a dark and heavily foliage forest. I may be able to loose him here. 

My feet land hard on the grass of the dark forest as I run and run as fast as my legs can carry me. I gripped my arm, with an arrow shot in it, dribbling blood. I took small leaps down hills and didn't stop for anything. Tall, thick and dark trees obscured the sky and my vision as everything was a blur and obscured, only able to make a feint outline of objects.

Looking behind me, I saw nothing, but I knew HE was there. I didn't stop, and my heart felt like it was burning because of my exhaustion. I looked up though a hole in the thick leaves, and saw no moon in the sky, leaving me to run in darkness.

I came to a cliff, a drop into a shallow pool of water that would certainly cause harm if I jumped. I skidded to a stop and glanced down in awe at the height.
However I herd a cracking sound, and the stone gave out from beneath me. I fell 15 meters down into that shallow water, and I was stunned, unable to move out of the shock.

But I herd hard footsteps, and opened my eyes wide once I herd them. I got up in pain and ran. My right foot was so sore. I saw some red blood leaking from it, and it seemed swollen. No matter as I shrugged it off and limped as fast as I could, knowing that if I was caught, that fate would be far worse then any pain in my foot. I saw the forest part up a head and into an open field of grass, and I smiled hoping this would be my escape.

But I smiled too soon.

There was a sound of rustling leaves and I was tackled to the ground by a heavy force. My body was shaken and I felt the back of my head crack a little on a piece of rock as I slammed to the ground with the weight of another person on me. Stunned, I rolled onto my stomach and tried to stand up, but I was pinned down by an axe poised at my neck and shoulders.

I felt dizzy and it was hard for me to concentrate. I felt warm liquid seep down my forehead and streak down my face until it dropped to the grass. I was helpless, no weapons to defend myself. I felt the aura of a human lean down to my neck and smile.

"You summoned me, and now you'll learn what mistake you made." His heavy breath breathed on my neck caused shivers down my spine. I squeeze my eyes shut and didn't look at him.

I knew this man, he has been messing with me forever. I would loose sleep and hallucinate. I would rip at I own fingers the more I saw him, or what I thought was him. He was in my dreams often and all of them ended with him trying to kill me. I would feel my skin crawl and shivers down my spine seeing anything that may be a sign of him. The trees being bare of leaves, seemingly random tunnels and traps, all of these were signs of him being near. Who was he? He was-- no, I can't say it, just saying His name is a curse!

He got off me, but I was still down just by sheer pain. He came right in front of me and knelt down. He grabbed my head by my chin and forced me to look at him, right into his blank white eyes. I was terrified.

"There IS no escape; not even in death for you. I must regain the power I once had..."

He let go and stood up and turned His back to me before grabbing His axe and coming right at me. I frowned knowing my fate. I was waiting for Him to kill me, but He seemed to hesitate. He just held his axe above me, not slashing down. He seemed to grimace at me, or act like He remembered something. He smiled at me

"Actually... no. I want you to suffer... more. Suffer a lot more. You want a sweet release of death? Ha... haha- No. Take this as a warning; if you don't end your own life soon, you never will, and you'll forever be in terror from me."

He stood up and I felt a sheering pain on my neck for a brief moment before darkness all around me. And I fell into arms of unconsciousness...