The carousel moved slowly, a steady rhythm to the glitching circus music played. It was slowed and stopped and started at random. I played on it for an hour. The music never got old. I made guesses on when it would start and stop. Eventually, I fell asleep. The cool air of the fall breeze gently tickled the back of my neck. My pigtails kept gently swaying.

But eventually, everything stopped. Everything. No more music. No more sounds. I felt rope around my hands, trapping me on the once beautiful carousel. The rest of the machine was gone. Leaving me on a toy horse. The world around me was completely void of anything and everything. Purple liquid came out of my mouth and eyes. The same inky tears, and now saliva stained my skin, the same stinging sensation came with it. The horse I was on stopped moving, then suddenly dropped down. It kept descending, leaving me to just sit there and stare, as it kept going. Deeper and deeper it went, as all the memories that I've ever had played out. The deeper I went, the memories got worse. Finding blood on the sink, getting sexually abused in my bedroom, getting mocked and made fun of for my name. Everything. When I finally got to the bottom, I saw it. No, I saw him. The monster was completely white. He had a demonic black halo, burnt wings, and glowing green eyes. His condescending smile was directed at me, mocking me for being weak. For not being me. For hiding behind everyone else, just so I can try to make everything better. But it burns to the ground. His bloody white claw slashed at my stomach. I looked down, and I saw it. I saw everything. My ribcage was a little exposed, while my organs were all shown, for everyone to see. More inky tears flowed from my eyes, as I tried to stand back up. It slashed me down, and I coughed and started sobbing more. It clawed at my head, making me close my eyes in fear. But...

When I opened my eyes, I looked at my hands. I was sitting in my kitchen, and I was holding a knife and an apple. My finger was sliced open, and blood dripped on the paper towel. The blood kept coming out at a steady pace, as then I looked at my dog, Lizzie. She stared at me and could smell the blood. I looked at the cut again, And then at the bloody knife.

"Oh. I did it again."