You still have yet to break free of me yet Timmy. I am still here and very real, the only thing is that they cannot see me like you can... but... can you actually see me at all? Have you ever once seen me as a being, or is it all in that manic mind of yours? Such a shame that such a handsome fellow could have such an ugly and marred mind. Do you see the fear you instill in them? Those two girls trying to help you? Your delusions are causing them suffering that is unnecessary, and yet here you are causing them it anyway. You gasp and groan, kicking subconsciously at me as if I might be trying to nip at those battered ankles of yours. Yet all you kick up is dust and grass dear boy, most likely making even more of a fool of yourself. You think I am the enemy here, yet it seems you're making yourself the enemy now. What will you do when they turn against you? When they realize you are nothing but an idiotic coward.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP IT!" you scream, convulsing in utter terror as you curl into yourself, wings flapping spastically before shielding yourself with them, trying to hide yourself away from them and their judgmental stares. Suddenly they are not someone you want to help, they are trying to devour you too just like myself. You will never find peace with me here Timothy, for I am that everlasting dream that rewinds itself time and time again, replaying the worst parts just for you to enjoy. I love it when you beg, when you cry and break down into a pile of snot and tears. I will forever cherish the look of anguish upon your expression as you try to comprehend just what you ever did to me.

Do you want an answer? Are you absolutely sure you want one? I don't think you'll like it~! Well if you insist birdy boy, I will tell you. What you did was create me... conceptualize me and bring me into this world all because of that one thing you simply refuse to let go of... The one thing I hope and pray you will never release from that little locked box in your heart, because I do truly love the moments we share together. I love to make your head pound, to listen to your heartbeat increase with every syllable that leaves my lips, and I know that it will never...ever... stop. You gasp for air, sobbing into the darkest night before slamming your head back to the ground, kicking and crying and writhing as if you yourself were on fire. Your tail lashes and you continue to kick up dirt, your cries echoing out around you. What will these women think of your now? Crying like a lost colt who can't find mommy... where is mommy by the way? Did mommy... leave you?

"NO!" you shout, before skyrocketing up and forward, past the two and towards the lake before you, eyes now bloodshot and frantic. All you seem to go for is the lake, the flames licking into the sky in an attempt to kiss the sky, never quite seeming to reach it. Your gait is uneven and anything but graceful, yet you push on, just at the shoreline before your legs give yet away, and your skidding forward until your nose is but inches from the edge of the lake. The heat singes your ears and nostrils, and with each ragged breath you inhale smoke, causing you to cough and hack, before managing to maneuver yourself out of the clouds of grey. As you do so you look into the sky, depleted and no longer full of hope as you were. Tears stream down those singed cheeks and you pant, wondering just how the hell you're still alive. There is where you weep, long and sorrowful, no longer caring of the two companions behind you, or if your legs are numb or if you're eating yourself from the inside out due to malnourishment.

Seeing you like this would make a sane mind pity you, but me, I can't help but really laugh at it. To see you become so worked up and anxious, to drive yourself into such a panic that you are at the brink of death, is entirely hilarious! It only continues to prove just how worthless you really are. You're nothing, insignificant and a waste of creation. Why did the Gods ever decide to create you? To make you live? You should have died in your mother's rotting uterus all those years ago...