King-Kacchan

When Ben woke up he was lying on the sidewalk. He groaned again as he picked himself off of the ground and dusted himself down. But when he looked up and closely examined his surroundings he realised that he was no longer in Belwood. Tall skyscrapers, busy streets and bright lights were all that he could see. He fell onto his knees and then punched the ground with both of his fists. “Damn! I underestimated him! I was getting too cocky!” He yelled, ignoring the people that stared at him with looks of confusion and disgust. He slowly got to his feet again and sighed heavily. “Guess I better find out where I am…” H

Loud noises create a dark, overwhelming cacophony inside my head. Screaming voices bouncing off of the walls, colliding with each other, rebounding into the cramped, shadowy space that has taken up residence inside my brain. Most of the time the voices are confined within this space, but today they catch me off guard like a deer in the headlights, and they stampede carelessly with no regard for my well-being. There is no room for any other thoughts when this happens; all of the light retreats into the corners to avoid being trampled on. Darkness takes over. Darkness wins. It is too much to handle. Tears stream down my face as the voices get