I awoke to darkness, shrouded in the curtains of the night. I am blind. Growling comes from the shadows I now see, for the candle is lit. Flickering light sends demons dancing around the room. Staring in silence at my shelter's walls, I begin to cry, then mustering the power to stop myself. What evil I feel now lurks outside my domain. I cannot feel exactly where it is I am. Thinking now of what strength I must find to fight this despair. I know not where to find the me I need to be to face what comes next.
Again I wake, again it is darkness. They're yelling out from in their rooms, some with crazy chatter, others in agony. I walk the halls, medication long since worn off, the sounds pierce my ears. Such a headache. "Why am I off my meds?"thinking quietly out loud to myself. I barely remember that I have been tonguing them for weeks and hiding them..