White turned to black. Warm turned to cold. Smiles turned to lines. Tears turned to blood.

I watched. Confused, alone, scared, lost...

Then, something grabbed my hand. I looked down and saw my own arm being torn away. I cried in pain but it was cut off short as something grabbed my other hand.

Then, my legs, my eyes, my skin, my very bones, even my heart...

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I drowned in blood.

“Stop...”

“Stop...”

“Stop it...!”

“STOP IT!!!!!!!”

I screamed and opened my eyes. My ragged breath caught up with me and I started coughing.

With sweat covering nearly my entire body, I panted and looked around. The familiar room gradually calmed me down and I sighed as I pushed my fingers through my hair.

The face reflected by the mirror in the corner of the room was back to normal. The face that I got used to see. No emotion, no nothing.

I glanced at the hour on the clock and slowly got out of bed. I quickly changed my clothes and I grabbed the bag on the floor before leaving the room. As I was heading to the front door, I placed a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I placed my hand on the door handle and looked at a picture resting on the small table to my right.

“I’m out... old man,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. I opened the door and left.