There is a room in the furthest corner of my mind. There is a door in that room. A big, heavy, black door. The door is locked. Opening it would start it all.

Something weird is in that room. It's fuzzy, dark, smokey. I can't tell what it really looks like. I only know it isn't good. I call it: The Black Mist.

Sometimes a bit of it escapes through a crack under the door. The Black Mist poisons my mind. And it slowly creeps to my heart.

Every time this happens, my mind turns into a pool of bad thoughts and a negative self-reflection. There are times I can handle that easily. But sometimes even that little bit of mist is a lot to take in.

Maybe one day the door will open, Then The Black Mist will be too much to bear. It will take me over, push away everything I have and everyone I love. Maybe one day I'll lose myself. And I don't know if anything can save me then...