It's been like this for a while. It's started out with a slight pinch of anxiety, then it moved onto pain, and then fear. That's where an uncomfortable and unpredictable situation would get you. Starving for some essence while your friend gets a mild anxiety attack gets you in this situation in the first place. Was this the point of no return in her life? Was there a way back? She wanted to stop, she wanted to cease the feeding, but the essence was stronger than her, and it took over. One feeding is all it took, to give birth to more cravings of the dark. ''I will stop'' she said to herself ''this isn't me'' she tried to deny it ''I am not like this'' she tried to convince herself. She hated it, she hated that she liked it, but it had to stop soon, right?Â