Lunatic Memoirs

The forest was dense, beams of moonlight ripped through the darkness like platinum lasers. Peter dodged the deadly beams, creeping through the shadows, like Bigfoot looking for his lost soul mate. He heard music from a distance and continued to tread away from it. With each step that he took, he could feel his shoulders getting lighter. The memories of humans fading away, the comforting void calling his name. There was no air flow between the trees, only his deep long breath as he sighed and took another step, leaves crunching, faggots cracking. "Tell me your name," he demanded "what's your name?" Still cautiously walking, he laughed, as if someone had responded to him in a sarcastic way. "I like you, you make me feel safe, at home, comfortable," sweat dropped down his forehead into his right eye, he stopped in his tracks and shut his eyes tight, almost in a ritualistic form, forgetting all the people that have made him upset, all the people that have made him, Peter. "You like that, huh? You like to watch me suffer!" He chuckled. "I just like getting into your head.."