They say there comes a day where you begin to see things. Ghosts? Creatures? Nightmares? Realizing the fate of the future? No one can tell. Not only because these thoughts are the unspeakable ones that dwell within causing early craves. Sadly, for me, I have seen my ending every night since I was five. And after 20 years, I have learned who takes me from this realm and I have learned him personally. A depth that he cannot even feel. The more I know him, the more he seeks me, yet the more I am disgusted. Not by him, as he is a gentle, empathetic man. He was never given the chance to be. I am disgusted by his position.

His omnipresent arrogance lives in my head where the power lays beneath my ribs. As I deny my position by his side, the quicker I internally disintegrate into ashes. I do not want to be his bride. I do not want to be this careful of whom I let neigh. No one can tell me I am different. I feel the difference as it speaks to me moment by dreadful moment.

Through his eyes, I see my next target. I sense the sorrow. The inability to turn away pains me. I cannot believe I am in this situation again. He is a young child, I don’t care to guess his age as it will terrorize my soul tonight. As I walk past him and his brother, I look at them and smile meaningfully as I glance up and notice where they just exited from… Oncology Center.

“Please… PLEASE! Not him!” I whisper a loud to myself, hoping no one overheard.

“He is sick for I am sick. To believe he is different than I is to be sadly mistaken.”

The arrogance seeps from his being like the panic of prey as he begins to talk louder.

“I SHALL NOT BE DENIED. HE WILL NOT HIDE. SO EITHER TAKE HIS OR BY GOD, I SHALL DESTROY YOU WITH MINE.”

I tremble. WHO will believe I am forced to remove souls by a soulless being controlling mine?