Hell

A bad robotrip.

Vision is odd. Through each moment I can see every past and every future. All existing together as one with every passing second. Where one moment ends another begins. All begin the same, and all end the same. As a video of a video of a video played in an endless loop.

And what of the girl? She sits, watching me, her face expressionless. When she thinks of me I can feel her heart fill with despair. From time to time I can see through her eyes, and all I see is pain, the agony, the hopelessness.

My body shakes, my heart races. There's a pulsing in my ears and head. The little girl just watches. I lay my head down. I close my eyes. The world fades, as it all begins again.