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You know, some times I feel like getting favors is kinda like sex....everybody's trying to win the race....I don't feel like I'm winning, but I'm sure as hell trying to get to on top.

Everyone has days when they wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Your hair won't work, your job sucks, the toilet won't flush, and they've turned off your electricity. We've all had those days. I woke on the fifth of May, my twenty-first birthday, and not only was I on the wrong side of the bed, but the wrong side of the universe entirely. Well sort of. It's the same universe, only instead of their being only one of you, you have been split into many jagged pieces. Namely, your emotions. They don't look like you, they don't act like you, and hell, most of the time they don't even like you. But this is my life now, and there's no going back.



I dove head first into crimson waters, and instantly knew I shouldn't have.

It felt like a thousand tiny blades were sweeping across my skin, and my spine threatened to jump out from under my skin. I surfaced shouting and sputtering, to the utter disgust of my conterparts, who sat dry and unsmiling on the bank. Only a few of them followed me these days, where as in the beginning, they had all followed me like lost lambs. Serenity stood, a thick blanket in hand.

"You know, I don't understand why you insist upon doing these kinds of things." Her voice was that of an angel's and her knee length white hair floated like gossamer around her. She glowed in the moon light, and I waded towards her in fear. Fear that I would damage that perfection.

"It's my nature to self distruct." I quipped. A hard shiver racked my body as I nearly fell into the blanket. Curiosity skittered up beside me on the bank, his slanted grey-green eyes watching me carefully.

"Why?" he asked. It was his usual question, but I only shook my head, burrowing into the blanket.

"Perhaps you should fail to come back once, perhps you may dye, we would be all alone, the dark would flood in and...and...we would be lost..." I eyed the speakerfrom the top of the blanket. I wasn't quite sure what to call him, though gloom seemed to fit him the best. Most of the emotions had no names, they were simply wordless feelings, but here they had substance, some I had been force to name them. Gloom was tall and thin, as if their hadn't been enough skin to stretch over his bones. His head was shaved, but he wore specktacles below thick black eyebrows. His dark eyes beckoned, and pleaded. Don't go they said, don't leave us to the darkness. Fear, his constant companion, sat at his ankles, a small shriveled thing. At first I had thought that it was some sort of pet monkey wasted away from mistreatment. But monkeys don't grow two stories high with eyes of white fire. At the moment he was small and shvering at Glooms feet. Serenity passed her hand in front of my eyes, forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes were gentle and blue like the calm waters after a storm.

"It is night , perhaps we should retire." I stood, careful not to touch her and nodded. It was time to retire indeed.