I’ve lost my hope of being free. It’s my fault. I told the Shapers to save me, but as they said they are not god. I go down into tears, they have broken me.
Terror grabs my arm, "Now it's time to go to hell."
I hold my blades over Shredder, feeling as if I could bring them right down into him. But in my mind, I know I don't want to do this. I want to fight back the urges of the blades. But I loose, bringing my blades down hard at Shredder.
I lay in bed, my body full of pain. I can't stand it, but I don't let myself cry out. To let them hear my cry would telling them that I’m breaking, letting them win.
I wake up with a bigger fear of what's going to happen. It was another nightmare, it had to be. I stand up. It was like the dream from earlier, when getting ready to go meet Killer. Nothing could be worse than that dream. The worse part is that it feels so real. So real that I can still hear the devil talking to me. I grab my swords and put them on my belt, then walk to the lunchroom.