Paranoia..

       She was awaken up by a sounds, merely a sound whispered to her, " Another more..". She thought that she was dreaming, but it was more she should worry about. She felt pain on her wrist, " I got twisted wrist.." she cried a bit over it ,"this is could not just happen to me !".

       Nah, this is not about the twisted wrist at all. Paranoid or paranoia , people always make a such a beautiful name for disastrous things ; Catharina , Zephyr tornados are ones of thousand the examples. This paranoia haunted her all the times. Even if when she tried to run from it by sleeping, the sounds of MICTIAN , who was worshiped by the Aztecs as the god of death would come closer and more intense. She gasped for breath while her body was covered with sweat. She closed her face with her palm, she even could not shout for a shriek nor a help. The only thing her head could do was kept remembering the old voices..

thou will die. . . . . . thou will die. . . . . .

    thou will die. . . thou will die. . . and thou will see me. . . 

         . . . and we will dance gracefully. . . lief