Anima Sola
Kyle couldn't tell exactly when the idea came to his inflamed mind.
Perhaps, it was ripening in him, taking root as he lay awake in a cold bed, watching the shadows galloping on the ceiling. The sheets beneath him smelled like frozen loneliness, time ticked silently, and the whole room turned into a dark, silent crypt. The walls were moving forward on him, crushing him with a load of memories, and the young man slowly but surely lost his mind, drowning in his pain.