Purple. Black. It’s all I see. A feeling of hate and betrayal has come upon me recently. Something is different. I cannot trust many people today. Mostly, I would at least trust the neighbor kid, but even he seems off. Purple. Black. I see it again, then an eye. An eye with a purple pupil, staring at me from the tree I stood near during my sister’s recent conversation with the kid. I wanted to push her away from him, but I didn’t. I instead went inside and sat. Purple. Black. I see it once again, and I feel a new feeling come upon me. A feeling of destruction, a feeling telling me to destroy. In my mind, I try to picture my look. How are my feelings making me look? I see a deer. A deer with black tentacles sticking out of its back. It’s eyes look cold and unforgiving. That’s how I feel. This actually happened. Am I okay?