I'm so alone.

I know that sounds like a run-of-the-mill whine, but I'm serious.

I've been alone ever since it claimed me.

It came to me on a dark alleyway. It was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. It looked completely normal.

The man who was representing it came and grabbed me, told me to buy some of it or he'd slit my throat. I was terrified of it, the man, and the knife at my throat.

I gave into his persuasions, simply out of fear.

The man injected me with some of it, and my arm bled. After that, I fainted, to the sound of the man's eerie laugh.

When I awoke, I was in exactly the same place I had passed out in.

Not that my brain could figure that out anymore.

I felt extremely dizzy, and couldn't make out what was in front of me, as it was covered by an array of colours and shapes. I tried to move forward, but ended up falling over.

Then came the massive panic attacks. Breathlessness, confusion, and more of those horrific hallucinations. So many effects, but no sign of the man who had caused them.

It was slowly, but surely, taking me over.

I can vaguely remember something spotting me from a couple of feet away, and taking me somewhere. It was a human being, but to me it looked like Satan incarnate. The place was a hospital, but I felt as if it was a prison.

The people tested me, they jabbed and poked at me and used words that, frankly, even my unchanged self wouldn't understand. No matter how hard they tried, the feelings stayed. I can remember sleeping there, so I must have been there for at least a day.

They discharged me, but I went home shaken and damaged. Scars all over my body, sick urges rushing through my brain, I honestly believed I'd have been better off dead. This continued for at least four months, at which time one thought was haunting me:

It's not like there's anyone who can save me…right?

Then, one night, I had an epiphany.

My family and friends had left me, the doctors didn't know what to do with me, but there was one person left who would be able to get me through.

Myself.

Starting the next morning, the eradication of it turned out to be a long and painstaking process, but my salvation keeps getting nearer every day.

Pretty soon, I'll find myself again.