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Voices. They're everywhere screaming over one another in my head. I stumble through the dying grass of the forest gripping my head as the voices swim in my head shouting, whispering screaming they talk over each other making it impossible to understand any of them. I fall to my knees as images begin flashing in my mind filling my vision. I don't understand any of them, don't know any of them. they flicker and dance in front of me taunting me. I scream as it becomes to much and my skull fills like it will burst if the voices don't stop. i grab my hands, " stop, stop, stop!" I feel the words escape my lips but the sound is lost in the other voices drowning it out. The pain grows and i feel myself about to burst when a huge wave of ringing fills my ears, drowning out the voices, the images with its glaring sound. Then its over. The ringings gone and so are the voices. I open my eyes and collapse face first on the ground my breath coming out in short gasps, sweat drips down my face as I gulp for air. I'm hot, my entire body feeling like a furnace. I feel hands on my back, i have no idea who they belong to and even as alarm bells go off in my mind I'm powerless to stop them. Besides the hands are cool, and there iciness goes through my shirt cooling down my overheated body. Finally fighting the overwhelming exhaustion that threatened to drag me out of this world I shift sightly so that I'm now facing the being that the hands belong to. Its a man something tells me hes 17 although I don't know what. His hands are at his sides glowing slightly blue, I look back up at his face, see his chocolate covered skin and feel a nagging at my brain, like an itch i can't scratch as I look at his dark eyes the itch becomes stronger. I know this person I know i do, so why couldn't remember him? looking at him I realize his lips are moving but no sound reaches my ears and i realize that i still cant hear anything. I put my hands to my ear as if it will somehow magically decide to start hearing again, and encounter something sticky. Sticky and wet. With a growing nausea I pull my hand down and see that it covered in blood.  Its to much, I'm overwhelmed by everything and feel exhaustion finally winning and as it pulls me out of consciousness I don't fight it. I just let it pull me in the dark where things made better sense