It was futile.

Any attempt at fighting was futile, I’d end with you at this very same point in your life. Alone, afraid and completely broken. Why don’t you just give up? Why can’t you just…

Lay.

Down.

And.

Die?

The sharp edges of the black gravel scratched your feet underneath as you dragged your foot along the ground. It felt like sandpaper, as if your soles were being shaven off, everything else in your body stung. Your mind hurt, your throat felt dry, your heart heavy, knees almost buckling, yet you kept pushing yourself forward, just to reach that final destination to end the pain, even if you knew you were just getting started.

Like Sisyphus, you were rolling a bolder up a great big mountain, only difference is that, your not rolling up anything, just carrying the extreme internal weight that felt heavier then anything any person could carry. Made worse by the fact that you were aimlessly walking into the worst part of this world, the part that draws from your mind, the part full of monsters that wear the skin of your deceased. Of where the insects whisper into your ears, telling you how hopeless it was, that you should lay down.

You stopped, suddenly feeling the true pain of it all without being numbed by your continuous movement, while also feeling eyes on your back.

“You just always manage to get yourself into more trouble, don’t you?”

A voice, similar to yours, spoke in your left, talking as if it was a loved one whispering soft nothings into your hearing. The palm of their hand met your shoulder, gripping it softly.

“Usually, I’m taking control around this time, but I feel a sense of resistance coming from you,”

Slowly, it pushed you around, making your gaze met its own.

“Why aren’t you letting me do my job?”