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I look around me, at some of the people looking away in pity. I look down at myself and realize I am filthy. I start crawling down a dingy alleyway. I'm compelled by something, but I don't know what. I don't know where I am, how I got here, or even my past. I only know one thing about myself that I would love to take out of my mind and throw into the pits of the mythical Tartus.

Hollow.

I remembered shoving my way out of a bloody heap of Hollows, gigantic heartless souls. I was suspecting that the blood was of my own.
I gather myself up and drag myself into a standing position with the help of a Dumpster, because I feel a little stronger now. I set myself back on the course, being lead like a person's fingers on an Ouija board. I end up walking past the same trash can several times, but I finally emerge into a pretty neighborhood. I start to fall, and catch myself on a fence. I feel this is a sign. I must get somewhere safe quickly. I feel like I'm about to pass out. I fall up the stairs to the porch, and only get two knocks in on the door when my vision gets blurry and the world starts swaing about. I fall on the porch with a bang of mask on wood, and only see a lady open the door and gasp.
( more tomorrow)