Life (L) Soul (S) Destruction (D)

I opened my eyes and tried to speak, but my ability to communicate
was paralysed. Chris! I am Chris!

A shadow of an object flickered past me. I can't confront it. I
slithered down into the protective warmth of my blanket. It must be
early morning. Tap! Tap!. Something or someone was brushing against the
window, I shot a worried glance at the culprit. Its just a bloody tree,
get a grip. The negative image of the tree kept flashing in front of
me, its distorted, icy, wet, predatorial branches were weaving their
way up my bedside. The clammy pressure of the tree bark digging against
my temples. A low, menacing voice howled, sinisterly around the
room.

"You're in control of everything, the eye of the beholder, the force,
you are the designator of life &; destruction"

The rhythm of my heart adapted to a more frantic pace.

"Everything's alright" I convinced myself "I just need to calm
down"

I gathered up my scattered nerves, inhaling as deeply as a Tibetan monk
on a holy mountain. My legs feeling heavy beneath me and my eye sockets
as tight as someone who had just recovered from their first bungee
jump.

I could just make out my dog scampering about in the garden, sniffing
away at the geraniums and daffodils. " Life or destruction".

My eyes are so...

Before I could even continue my train of thought, I was struck down,
powerless by the same evil force and the immense pain in my eyes was
debilitating.

I transfixed my glaze upon a daffodil. Two lasers shot out of my pupils
in a linear direction across the lawn. The single daffodil, once
solitary, unique and precious burst into a cascade of coal like dust,
the particles spraying across the grass. My dog, undisturbed, wading
through the debris, suddenly took on another form. The markings on his
shiny coat separating themselves and floating above him. Small, black
spots, rising above the flowerbed.

I was compelled to shoot them down but the love, I felt for my dog,
prevented me from doing so.

"Life or destruction" , the voice was persistent, I wanted to part
myself from it. Leo had told me that I might experience a bad trip, but
I had always thought him too cautious. This was real.

As I listened to the voice of truth, everything became sharper,
clearer, more in focus.

Effortlessly, I took hold of the iron handle and pushed open the heavy
window. My dog looked up at me with all the love and admiration that
overflows from his heavy heart, reflecting the innocence around me of
which I had to protect.

I blessed my last step into the unknown, carrying with me the knowledge
that I was never to taint another soul, and plunged myself into my
unavoidable death.