Fear-the-Mind

The blackness was constant, all-consuming. A haze frozen over his mind like ice on the asphalt of the highway. He had long since stopped fighting it, instead waiting in a perpetual cringe, praying it wouldn't extinguish what was left of his soul. Alex. That word, that tiny fragment of self – that was all he had left. He repeated the name over and over in his thoughts, clinging to it the way a drowning man clings to a shred of driftwood in the middle of the ocean. Alex. Alex. My name is Alex. And Alex was drowning, his conscience slowly crumbling under the weight of the tremendous pressure on his mind. Immense. Impossibly vast. And