Where am I? What an overused question. The answer, you are nowhere important. One does not receive comfort from learning the obvious. One only wishes to escape. The pain, the memories, the hate, the sorrow. Escape. Destroy the things that negate the sanity you desire to keep. The voice that beckons you. Not the loving guidance, but the sinful wretch within which desires you to be just as wretched as it appears. What should I do? Another useless quiery. The voice can answer. "Kill. Mortify. Mutilate. Destroy it all. You are the only one who should reside in such a world. Perish." What is this? "This is the world, my child. You reside here. Against your will, perhaps. You don't have the choice. Destroy it all." Evil may grip your soul. No one is pure. Succumb to it. Go away. I don't need you. I don't want to be corrupted. "Kill. Mortify. Mutilate." I said go away! "Kill." GO AWAY!! She crouched in the darkness, hugging her knees, nearly in a foetal position. Opening her eyes with a jolt, she looked around. An allyway. She remembered coming here to rest... The dream, she thought. That parasite is growing stronger. She pulled herself to her feet, weakly using the wall to balance herself. It's cold here. A relocation is in order. She stepped foreward before looking around the corner. The streets are just as busy as usual, pedestrians wandering the sidewalks, vehicles blasting down the black pavement. Everyday life keeps moving onwards, no one with a care in the world. Never changing. The light of day shone upon her, even as she hides in the shadows the walls created for her. The light illuminated her form. It revealed a young female, adorned in what appeared to be a school uniform. On the contrary, these were merely her normal clothing. A black skirt, a white button-down top, simple white shoes. Not at all very flashy weekend wear. She had never wished to be seen. Her dark hair was very straight-lined, tumbling down her back like a smooth waterfall. Her eyes were an inhuman shade of gold. The gaze they offer would shatter eternity to a second if she so desired. She does not. She avoids eye contact with the beings that occupy this place at all costs. Truth can be revealed without a word if one may look deep into someones eyes; they are the gateway to the soul, after all. An unneeded hinderance.