I splashed some water on my face and recoiled slightly as it hit; _man_ that was cold.

As I was drying my face with the crusty old towel that had been here for twenty years I heard a strange…_crackling._

I removed the towel from my face and looked at the mirror. At first I saw nothing but the reflection of a midddle aged Latino man, unshaven and drunk as shit.

But then it caught my eye….it looked like….purple lightning?

My drunk ass decided: _hmm…that looks like a fun thing to touch!!_ I reached out one chubby sausage finger and as soon as I made contact with the lightning I regretted it.

It felt like my very brain was being deep-fried.

I was thrown backwards across the tiny bathroom, slamming into the wall, knocking several (probably important) things of the shelves.

Dazed and now quite sober I looked up in fear of this…thing. As I gazed at this purple monstrosity before me it began to grow. And grow…and grow and grow and….

“HOLY SHIT”

The portal (for that’s definitely what it looked like) was now taking up the entire wall.

As I sat pondering this strange occurrence I heard a rather aggressive pounding on the door.

“IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR IN 10 SECONDS I SWEAR TO GOD THERE’LL BE MURDER!!”.

_Fuck._

_“_10!…”

_What do I do? Surely I can’t…_

_“9!…”_

_There is no way that’s safe…._

_“8!….”_

_Then again…_

_“7!…”_

_Doesn’t seem too safe out their either…._

_“6!…”_

_It’s not like anone will miss me…_

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_“5!…”_

_Is it like the movies?_

_“4!….”_

_Will it take me somewhere new?…_

_“3!…”_

_Or will it just kill me?…_

_“2!….”_

_Honestly…im okay with either…_

_“1!!”_

_Fuck it._

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I don’t remember much after that.

Mostly I remember noise.

Noise and pain.

And then the noise went away.

And it was just pain.

Pain like you could never imagine.

And now im here.

I don’t know where _here _is.

All I know is that it’s dark.

And there’s nobody else.

And that there’s still pain.

Just pain.

But I’ve come to like the pain.

It’s what tells me im still alive.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

Maybe I’ve been here years…maybe hundreds of years…or maybe only a couple of minutes.

I can’t feel anything. Except the pain of course. That never leaves. I can’t hear anything either. Not even my own heartbeat.

Just pain.

I figure I’ll die soon, probably from hunger. It’s funny, I can’t seem to remember why staying alive felt so important before….maybe it was the people.

Maybe it’s the people in our lives that keep us sane. That keep us from being trapped in our own minds. That we live for.

Maybe now that there’s no one around….I have no one to live for…

I wonder if there was anyone who lived for me….