Madness.

I hid in the back corner of the empty, dusted room, hiding from reality. The viscous, angry world waited for me behind the door I stared at. I held my knees close rocking myself back and forth, hands tangled in my hair. The hallucinations refused to end. I let out a scream as the black figure stood in front of me. "No!" I screamed through my teeth. Madness. I lost y mind. Who ever I once was, was gone. I am ruined. Destroyed. Tortured. I'm followed by things that don't exist.
I've gone mad. The figure disappeared. I looked, shrieking again, as it stood beside me. "Get out!" I howled. "Stop following me!" I heard myself scream desperately. My veins ran cold, my stone heart racing. There was nothing left for me. My body was a living corpse filled with fear, madness, and poison.