This happened on the day I got my first heartbreak; my heart was beating in a strange

succession getting numb, giving me difficulty to breathe. My blood was hot and boiling like it’s about to
explode as it traveled around my system. It was an indescribable pain making me scratch the chest part
of my shirt till it tore open. I opened my eyes and stretched my arms as I was left in wide shock. Black
pulsating veins started to scatter around my arm with dark dusty strange articles that resembled like
runes swirling around my body. I dropped to my knees, my body getting weaker like a flower wilting of
dryness. My vision went blur, the plaza where I planted my torn tears on the ground, grew dark vines
with long wicked thorns. Everything went black.

I woke up, and scanned my surroundings. All I can remember was that everything felt
enormously heavy and my world seemed to fall and break into pieces. The only things that stayed still in
my existence were emotions of pain, loathing, bitterness and vengefulness. I don’t know as for how
long I have been in my deep slumber, but as I opened my eyes, the place I once cried on turned into a
forest of vast darkness. I could not remember what happened before, but I don’t know the feeling I just
had when I saw my reflection on the ink-colored water. It looked evil, horror, scary but it was
magnificent and amazing to me. A smile crept on my face as I realize and absorb the current
consciousness I am now in. “Excellent,” was the only word I could only utter in the meantime driven by
my newly profound form and ability. It felt like I could conquer any monstrosities.