Madness Impulse

Blood?

My breath echoes in my ears harder than my heartbeat and confuses me even more. I study the shadows on my room’s walls and after relaxing a little, I let myself drop back on the bed.

The nightmare still plays under my eyelids. I can’t completely remember it, but I know what I saw. I remember the red blood, and the black that lived, breathed, flew around me as if suspended and then swallowed me.