I've never felt it before. This strange feeling inside my chest, as if my identity is being torn down. It's like torture. It was too much that I grabbed my possession once again, too late when I was hugged to be stopped. Then I transformed into something I'm comfortable with. But now I can only see darkness, the vague figures and voices of the people around me as if my possession has disembodied me. 

Warning: Story contains foul words.