Fuck my back hurts. 

That was my first thought as I slowly opened my eyes, I see the side of a road before I quickly feel the cold pavement under my shirtless body. Panicking, I look around to notice I have no idea where I am. 

A house stands in front of me and looks similar to my house, but it shifts into what is actually my house, looking around again I'm on my street. 

"Brandon". Called someone, 

Fear instantly took over me as I looked up to see a woman who reminded me of my mother before all too quickly morphing into my mother. 

"What are you doing?" She asks in an inpatient and highly upset voice. 

I look at her, but my heart is racing, I can feel it about to burst inside my chest. I blankly stare at her in silence as I slowly become more and more panicked as time goes on.

"Wheres your shirt, and why the fuck are you sleeping out here?" 

Still, I look at her with a blank stare, I try to speak but no words come out of my mouth. 

"Ah, this happened before too. Wait what was before? What happened, where am I? Ah yeah, I was laying in bed on shrooms and then I started having a bad trip... Fuck me. Not again, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck no no no no no no no! this can't be happening not again not A FUCKING GAIN."

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My mind raced as my mother continued to look more and more concerned at me. It grew and grew until the concern turned to fear. 

"Why does she look terrified of me?" I thought before looking down at my body which was tearing itself apart. Parts of me oozed out, then began to ooze out, like squeezing playdough through ur fingers, and once again my mind blanks beside one question.

"what?"

My entire body soon began to ooze out everywhere besides my head. All the while I screamed and howled at the pain of my body being torn apart, mangled and twisted. Each part would ooze out of me before quickly rolling over and picking up more of my body. All too soon I was an expanding ball of rotating flesh and blood with nothing but my head staying intact to scream and see what my body was becoming. 

After countless hours of this, I realized I could control the twisting and tearing of my body. 

Laughing historically I then used that power on my head. I could feel my head going into many different directions but even then the suffering wouldn't stop. I then began to twist and pull my organs with this same power and willed into different directions around my body. 

I had no sense of sight, smell, hearing, or taste. All I felt was my body turning over itself in a paste of bone flesh and blood that just kept on expanding. 

Countless hours had passed as I turned and turned, constantly finding new ways to bend or move to experience something new, as all I knew was pain since this had begun, Then all of a sudden, as if I had blinked, I was in my bed. 

My mother stood beside me looking scared. There was puke all over my chest and had bruises everywhere as I sat there violently shaking. However, as if something clicked her expression instantly changed to that of complete terror, and in that fraction of a second my stomach exploded and that feeling of turning and twisting was brought right back to me. 

I broke. 

The hope of finally having escaped was gone, my mind went completely blank and I simply twisted and tore until everything went black.