Alone

I gazed at the ominous mist as it crept along the forest floor, consuming everything in its path.

It seemed as though anything that came into contact with the fog lost its vibrancy and life. Even the tree I perched upon had patches of bark slowly being devoured by the darkness below.

I couldn't help but worry that the jungle sapling I was sitting on wouldn't be able to withstand the onslaught of the 'Storm'.

Shhhh...

The whispers were beginning to invade my mind, making my thoughts jumbled and hazy. I constantly bit my lip to resist the strange mental assault brought on by the 'Storm'. 

Pain was my only distraction, a tool to keep me grounded and prevent me from accidentally killing myself.

Pluck...

Drops of blood trickled down my chin as I continued to chew on my lip, not stopping until the whispers began to fade.