• I Wake up in a dim black nightmare filled with hatred and no sanctuary - No peace at mind. Are we alive at all? No... I don't feel myself breathing. Are we awakened at last? Possibly. Life wasn't anything to feel alive and active for. It was death staring you in the face. I watched my days unfold and watched them crash and burn. I've done nothing but rely on myself to keep myself alive and now I end up in my bed, gasping for air each suffocating moment. I reach out for one's hand to hold onto and bring me out of this haunting darkness. I felt hollow, dried up and cold. But if I'm dead, and if I'm awake, how can it make any sense? How can it prove that I'm awake at last? How if I can't feel myself breathing? How...? This is making no sense at all... I hear my heart racing and I jump up and run aimlessly into the darkness. I don't know where I'm going, but if it's anywhere but here, I'm okay. I'm just fine. I continue running and I see a little speck of light. It's far but yet so close. I run toward it and through that gaping hole in the pitch black nightmare. Now, it's bright and I see pale skinned people wearing a nice bright white, walking on air. I'm the only one wearing dark, dead colors. A black ball gown and moonlight black eyes. I'm different and stared at. I take a step back and think, Am I in Heaven...? But...How..? And if I am in Heaven, was I in Hell before...?