We walked down the dark staircase using our phones to shine the shadows away as we stepped further down the rabbit hole. Each step down felt as forsakenness. It felt as if a small piece of our cracked souls was left behind never to be accounted for, ever again. Like the dying leaves are carried away by the icy winds just before mother winter covers it all in unforgiving white. We were getting lost and we knew it. We were losing ourselves and we didn't stop. We had always chased the rush and the adrenaline. The rock and roll and the booze, but tonight, tonight we were going down a one-way road. Never to see the light again. Never to feel anything anymore. The air was stale and it reeked of panic and dread. It was like being 12 again. The noise inside my head would manifest from time to time reminding me of what I feared was real. The screams and tears from downstairs. The flames in the fireplace cracking in a menacing way making the shadows dance in such a threatening fashio...