Your thoughts are getting the better of you. All of them, everything is staring at you. You want nothing more, nothing more but for something to kill you or make absolutely sure that they can't ever look at you again. It's a slow yet stabbing pain, the awareness of others. You swear you can feel blood tricking out of your mouth.

You know that you're being corrupted the longer you stay outside. Everything out here wants to make you worse off, pulling you under those insidious waves.