What do you do when you’re afraid the darkness will consume your soul? When you’re unsure that you even have a soul anymore? I have nothing -my best friend is dead and I am a monster. If you must know, I didn’t kill her. But I have killed before -I had to get away. I couldn’t risk hurting the people I loved. I am no longer the same person that I was before. I’m different, I’m a predator, I’m violent, I’m cruel. I can’t control what’s happening to me. This urge inside of me –it’s taking over. Bit by bit I’m losing sight of myself –of what I once was. What do I do When There’s Nothing Left?