All my senses closed, I was unable to feel anything other than a level of pain only comparable to what I went through in Hell.
I wanted to scream, but I didn't have a voice and if I did I wasn't able to hear, I wanted to cry in pain and I probably should have been doing that with a horrible face, but I wasn't able to feel the tears.
For me all there was was pain, endless pain, body, mind and Soul plunged into a cacophony of limitless torment.
Strangely, it was in this endless swallowing torment that I could feel for the first time something inside me, something familiar and at the same time strange, I felt like I tried to touch it and that was when I found it.
It wasn't a 'false me' like before, it wasn't a part of me either, as soon as I saw it I knew what it was, I knew who I was.
Willing
