You're sent to your room. Once again. You are told to clean. You do not. You see a few items placed in a tote for convenience. Nothing personal, you say to yourself as memories of the years of being kicked out, belittled, and torment seep into your remembrance.

You tell yourself you're alright, that this isn't real, you find yourself on the floor. You are combusting into flames. Flames and eternal darkness. Fire that flickers but no light emanates from the source. Just more black. Flickering blackness that you can barely see from the darkness shrouding your sight but you feel it. You feel the deep you are succumbing to.

You know you can't escape. You want, you long for the release from the torment. You find yourself being coaxed into the black. Into the never ending hole that leads right back to where you started. You feel your heart clawing for escape from your chest. The last thing you know is good. Is pure. Your heart. The beautiful red heart that is surrounded by black tries to escape.

It crawls up to your mind. Wrestling with it. Tell it, "come with me. Escape. Leave the body and we will be free." The brain is not convinced. It explains to your still purely beating heart.

"No, because you see. I am comfortable. The body is finally listening to my wims. Finally hearing me speak. Not hearing anyone else. Watch as she--"

The heart reminds the brain. The veiny pulsing brain. "No, not a she. A they. A multiple being. However, now they are a husk. A shulking husk with no where to escape to. Maybe the body will follow us of we leave this place. The body will still listen to you."

The brain refuses to acknowledge and forces the heart into a cage in your chest. So now you are left with just the pulsating brain. The brain that cries out for attention. You distract yourself. You stare into the bright screen at ungodly hours to escape the screaming and chanting of that terrible terrible brain. The brain you thought was on your side but has separated. Become one of its own. Has it's own will. You are a husk. A small shell of what once was. A nothing. And inside of that nothing a desperately trying to escape heart and a screeching brain with a voice much like your own. However constantly changing into voices you know. Friends family rivals. Yelling. Screaming. Telling you how worthless and insignificant you are. The heart attempts to yell back. But the restraints are too much. The cage too thick. It's resting place too far in. You hear nothing but the echos of the terrible terrible screeching of the mind.

Soon, you remind yourself, soon it will be quiet.

[A/N] Hey, sorry this one is more depressing than the other two. I just had a severe panic attack when I actually did see a few of my things in a tote. This is a true retelling of how I felt. I just need to put my thoughts somewhere. I'm in a bit of a better place now....not that anyone is reading these...or even caring...