There are just times when you need something more than what friends and family can offer you. I happen to have a lot of those, more often than others, and often it can be hard to deal with.

During those times I prefer to push my problems onto others. I imagine them coming out of my mouth dancing, swaying to an unheard tune, and falling onto the heads of those who are listening. And when I get home I imagine how those words would sink in, get contemplated, fester, and ruin someone else rather than just me.

It's a virus. And I know I am not the only one who has it, so on those days when I go and pour my problems out on others I try to tune them out in return.

Unfortunately on one particular day I found myself sitting in that god awful circle of pathetic beings, listening to the story of some sad fuck who's words would later rot into my mind and leave me with more problems then I had previously had.

"My name is Trevor," he started slow, cautious of those around him. You could tell he was new to this and it was kind of touching, really. "I have an addiction."

There was nothing new about having an addict come into our sessions, looking for someone to help them, to hold onto, to pull them out of their shitty little loop of a life, but Trevor told of something other than drugs and abuse and alcohol.

"You see, I have this nasty habit of devouring those around me. They come to me, looking for things that I can not give them. Love, happiness, someone to rely on. They expect to much from me, so instead of producing these things on my own I take it from them.

"I am addicted to their emotions, their pain and suffering, mentally or physically. I give them false love, touch them the way they wish for, participate in whatever facade they want to set up, and eventually I leave them empty inside. Leave them a shell folded on a couch or stuck in a cubicle.

"And then I move on to the next person. And sometimes I worry. A simple worry really, a single one and nothing more. What will I do when I run out of people to torture and lure into my frightful jaws? I'm addicted to eating the people who should shine brightest in this world, afraid they might cast a shadow on me, and it is very nice to meet you all."

We all returned his greeting, many of the circle looking away from him. They seemed intimidated, scared of what he might do to them, that he might wrap his frightful teeth around their meager existences. I, on the other hand, was angered by his simple worry and thought the answer to be obvious.

"Then you will be alone, and it will be your own damn fault."


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AHAHA, what.

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I think. I might make Trevor an actual character design. B|