Ms. Anika Martinez (Feb 16,1973 / Washingtion DC)

Is there a new I or is the old just waiting to appear? Why do I cause so much hurt?
My misery is lonely she’s searching for others for companionship. They say I am not as unique as I thought us to be. Little did they know, that very theory intrigued her! Others felt exactly the way she felt? We would not have not to be in our own misery alone.

Our dark cloud would be shared with others, just as, or more miserable then us. All we had to do was speak to one of them, one at a time. Before they could recognize that she had brought them all back home with us. To endure all the suffering, and confusion that she felt.

Our road has been long and treachous. She’s tired of being alone. As stranger pass her by she attempt to make contact but no one answer her back. Their faces are painted in red and gray masks. The foundation surrounded us is covered with slime and damp walls.

I notice that she tries to reach out to touch a passerby, but before she touches the little girl with the red mask, the shadows grabs us and swept us up into the sky. The height that they brought us to makes her dizzy and as she looks down at the people with the mask they become smaller and she blacks out. She wakes up in a new and darker pit.

It is now occupied by even more shadows inside my abyss.