Soon the darkness shrouded us, hiding us from the hungry gazes of a predator. Locked inside my mind, I can’t get out. The predator doesn’t seem to be the enemy but maybe I’m reasoning too much. Maybe the predator is actually me, when I’m shrouded in darkness. So who is “us”? Is it the three others inside of me? Or is it the irrationality that the darkness protects me, from this “predator”. All I know is that I can’t stay here much longer. It’s time to turn on the light to face this thing tormenting me in the dark. I get the nerve and before I know it, I am staring into a mirror. Forgive me, I’m sorry.