// Virgil's POV// 

      I'm in the forest which is a bit odd since I don't remember how I got here but it does look eerily familiar. I don't know what it is, but I feel like I have been here before, the shadows seem to call my name like a soft lullaby softly lulling me to sleep. I want to walk closer to the shadows but there is an instinct to not touch them or else there may be consequence's I can't save myself from. 

      I look around at the trees surrounding me, they are so dark they almost don't look real it looks like each tree has a black wash on top of the normal brown bark. They almost look titled and nothing about them looks normal, as I continue to look around nothing looks normal. Everything looks darker and construed making me shudder uncomfortably. It feels as if the shadows themselves are alive and watching my every movement as I start to walk farther into the woods having no idea where I'm heading or even where I am. I look around trying to see if I can figure out my location but there's nothing to else just endless forest. And then I hear it. Something behind me. There was a snap I can only guess was a stick snapping. I start to walk faster. Before I know it, I'm running through the forest, I don't even know where I'm going but I do know I can't let the thing behind me catch me. 

      The trees start to get thinner as I keep running, until there is a clearing and I can't quite make out what's in the center of the clearing. I look around frantically but the noises behind me have stopped. It's gone eerily quiet as I approach the center of the clearing. It's an open pit that just looks like nothing. I start to back up away from it, but I feel a hand on my back push me inside of it. I try to scream but I can't. Nothing comes out as I fall. I reach out a hand, but I can't even get myself to cry as I watch myself fall farther and farther down into this endless pit.

      But then I'm looking at a field of grass expect it's not grass. It looks and feels like it but instead of being green like it's supposed to be its gray. It's almost like this whole area is a void of color...and feeling. I look around but all of the sudden I'm no longer standing in that lush gray field instead I'm in a living room getting pinned to the ground. I fight back trying to break the hold on my wrists but whoever is holding me down is too strong. I can't even see their face as they're holding me down against the floor behind me. I start to panic not knowing what to do as I hear them scoff " pathetic". He was pathetic, he couldn't even get someone off of him. He hadn't even seen them approach. But then I feel something wet drip onto my back and the pressure is taken away from my wrists only to than hear a loud thump. I slowly sit up looking behind me to find Patton. His eyes a blank, blood dripping from his mouth. And blood puddling around him.

      I scream, scrambling over to him trying to find out where the bleeding is coming from. I feel it soaking into my jeans, covering my hands, knees, feet, it's everywhere. All I see is his blood. I can't get it to stop, I don't even know where it's coming from! How am I supposed to stop this if I can't even see where it's coming from! I panic not being able to think of a solution only seeing the blood pouring around me. Until I look down and the body is no longer there. Only the puddle of blood and the blood dripping off of my hands. Slow footsteps sound in front of me, and I look up to see Roman. He looks down at me scornfully before tilting his head. He doesn't say anything and just stares at me with a blank look that I can't understand. 

    I can feel the blood seeping into my jeans, making my clothes stick to my skin. The blood starting to dry on my hands cementing it there almost like shackles around my wrists. Looking down at the blood in horror, it just seems to keep coming and I don't even know where from. But when I look back up its no longer Roman standing in front of me, but myself. A sinister smile is spreading across its face as it holds a knife covered in blood which slowly morphs into a razor blade dangling from the tips of his fingers, while the familiar sting of pain starts to spread across my limbs. The blood. . . it's coming from me now. Dripping down my arms, and seeping into my jeans from my thighs and calves. Puddles of blood were forming at my feet, and I had no control over it, but then again why would I ever stop it as I've done this to myself. I always do this to myself, don't I? 

" That's right, you do it to yourself. " My own voice rings through the empty darkness, but it's not exactly my voice, there's a darker edge to it. 

   It's the me with the sinister smile talking as I look up at him, no it's not me. But if it's not me, why does he look so similar to me? But there are small traits that aren't mine, like his clothes are different. He's not wearing my signature hoodie but instead a plain black shirt with a few rips in it. He also doesn't share the same makeup as me, he doesn't wear any at all. I have no idea who he is, but I have heard his voice a million times in my head. So maybe he is me, just the inside me.  Or maybe I am just delusional, as I sit in a puddle of my own blood. But he looks at me one more time with that sinister smile before it gets even wider while the razor morphs back into a knife. And I watch that knife go straight for my chest. 

 I scream. 

And then I'm jolting straight up, staring at my bedroom wall panting heavily my whole body shaking as I bring my hand up to my chest where I thought a knife had just gone through my chest. Just a dream than. 

It was just a dream.