You wake up and you know that it is going to happen. You can feel it, you can taste it, it is now inevitable. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to ignore it, it will not leave until it is done. So you continue your routine whilst having a sick feeling, having feeling a of sheer unknowingness. What if, what if, what it. Damn it. All of these what if's floating around your body, your head, your stomach, your legs. You are back in your in your room, your bed. It's now time for the attack. You know it is, it knows it is. So you let out your silent scream and it lets out it's blood-curdling roar. You know that you are over powered, and it also knows that, and how does it know that? Because it is a part of you. It holds you inside of its large gray hands, both of them wet from the tears that you are shedding. It cries too, and it's also afraid. Just like you. It's large grapping eye sockets so empty, cold and big. If you look hard enough you can see your own reflection inside of them. Its wallows and screams, you also scream with it, both of you wailing. God, you are so scared and panicked, what horror. You try to calm down so you breath and pray and "it" does it with you. Now at serenity you scream your last screams and it also does so. You are back in your mind at temporary peace with it. It is in control of you. You are in control of it.