One of the scariest feelings in life is when you realize you aren’t afraid to die. You don’t look when you cross the road anymore. When you take pills you take however many come out. You’re not afraid when you hear those creepy creaking noises in your house anymore, because you hope they’ll get you. You seek out dangerous things, because you want to die. You stop caring about yourself, totally and completely. Nothing about you matters anymore, and at some point you look at yourself and become scared of yourself. Because you’re a monster, one who only hurts itself. And that’s scary.

Well the thing about me is… all those seemingly scary things never really scared me. It’s like I was born wrapped inside a thick and sticky layer of infinite numbness.

Pain never meant anything. Death was never a threat to my existence.

So what am I, then? Where do I belong? Where does Dareen belong? Does she really belong somewhere? Or was her existence here just some sort of an accident?