Anatomy of a Brain

...And beneath all the mud and the screaming, there was a city of forgotten children. They stood thick, like a forrest. And like a forrest, made no sound and did not move. They simply looked on, pale ghosts, condemning the world which left them behind, doomed to a life of solitude. Trapped in their own silence.
And should one fall through the mud, past the screaming, and beyond death, the children would surround them and gaze. They would see past the skin, through the eyes, and into the soul, and that one should cry out with all the rage and fury of a dying star. But the sound would be dampened by the masses...

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DARKNESS! DARKNESS! Make it stop! A black cloud in my brain brings the thunder and the lightning. It pulls me from this world down to the next. The nether. I can feel the demons' claws 'round my brain, gripping tight and scratching down. But I can not see them. I can not name them, but in my mind. To give it a name gives it credence. To give it credence makes it real. To make it real is unbearable.

Now alone and naked, I lie, fetal, in the forrest. I move not, except to breathe. Fear seals my eyes. I hear a noise like the noise that began it all. A noise like despair hiding in the pit of your stomach. A noise with no echo. A bump in the night.

I spring from my bed of dirt, desperate to stop the noise. This time I will solve it. This time, but what if...What if the noise is a shadow which takes me deeper? Fear seeps even further as I run, cutting my bare skin on the claws of trees. I run and run until I stop before the cause. And it is a joke, played by Puck. Just a noise, vanished in the night. And once again, I curl on the dirt-woven floor. And I cry. And I sleep.