Ryan was swimming. He was swimming through darkness, silence, and his own demonic thoughts. Through hate, for himself and for others, he waded through the mass of unknown until he felt his body beginning to fade away. He didn't know where he was. All he could see was darkness and all he could think about was his own faults and all the things he should have done. Hate for his own body and for himself manifested until he thought he would burst wide open with all the hate. Disgust boiled in his veins. The steaming blood ran through his body, poking and prodding everything with sharp jabs. Like hot iron melting his skin, the darkness enclosed on him. There was nothing left of his body. He was all mind.
The madness was all around him. Colors, which he couldn't pinpoint, flew through the air. T
