"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"Have a seat."

I could feel my eyes open, but not to any good or visible sight - everything around was totally pitch black, cloaked in a shadow of darkness that loomed everywhere around my tingling form.  A black void.  A nothingness.  A feeling of emptiness started to fill my broken heart... the force of darkness started to fill it gradually in return.  I looked down towards my feet, a tear leaving my eye, drawn up into the dark force that seemed to be guiding me towards anger.  And such I did, for quite some time.  I tried to cope with the feeling of emptiness, of desolation in my spirit, but nothing really helped the matter... I was alone, with only my torment and this force that seemed to be driving me.

I took a seat in this black bubble over a year ago.  When my family and friends decided that life was more important to deal with rather than little 'ole Vector.  Every day of that year was spent in hatred, each one getting more and more ferocious until it became pure muscle memory to slash and tear at the black air I had grown accustomed to.  Somewhere along the line, I missed out on getting on the social train... and that station where it had taken off from was my new 'home', at least for the moment.  A dreary bubble of a place in which I couldn't see, smell, taste, or hear anything but echoing whisps of what I hoped were my own thoughts.

I woke up in this bubble today.  The harsh feeling of a headache gripped at my skull, much like a three-fingered dragon's paw crushing in on my head.  I reached up and held my poor, nerve-wracked skull, wanting answers but recieving nothing but questions.

"Why are you reacting so angrily?"
"It's not your fault... what about your own wealth, your own fortune?"
"No one gives a crap about you... why do you cling to these misguided adventures in your head?"

I had to have bolted fifty feet forward, but it felt like I'd traveled a couple miles and gotten nowhere in the process.  That black bubble of dark matter still lay around me, ensconcing my mentality in its everpresent embrace.  A cold chill literally groped my body night in and night out - there was no warmness of the daytime in this dreary shell I called a 'home'.

I had to have wrung my throat dry from all the yelling I did on a daily basi; screaming at the voices but only sounding like a mouse in a kitchen wall - skitter skitter, no-one-really-cares-until-you-go-forage.  My muscles were overburned with fatigue from my rampant nature; definitely not one to be put in a cage.  I swung multiple times before my frame gave out again - this was an almost daily routine from my almost-insanity, if it haden't already tipped into that realm; I wasn't keeping track anymore.  I just wanted out.  To see the world as it was meant to be by other creatures; by ones not bound by worry, doubt, uncertanty, and anti-self-confidence.

"Are you tired?"
"NO! I'm going to break you whatever you are that you are when I find you!"
"You'll be here a lifetime before that..."

I banged my fist onto the ground, hard enough to cause stone to crack... all that anger channeled into my bodily strength once more, but the darkness absorbed the shock, laughing at my pitiful state of being.  I clenched my palms together and beat at the floor until my body couldn't take anymore, swinging wildly until I collapsed, exhausted.  At that point, the darkness seemed to taunt me further by blanketing me with pseudo-warmth - like a giant comforter, minus the comfort.  I cried myself to sleep yet again... another day having gone by in what felt like five minutes...