Apparently dark

I wrote this I don't know how long ago, and apparently it's one of the single most distressing things I've ever written, so I'm filing it here so I can get rid of the hardcopy before it seriously worries some poor unfortunate family member. It's already rather traumatised my sister. 

The thing is, I never actually intended it to be so worrying. I'd been reading something, I think a story about the concentration camps or something similar, and this just sort of came out. It is in no way related to anything I have ever personally experienced. I think it's simply that I'm something of a chameleon, and at times it's difficult for me to separate what I see in front of me with what I myself actually feel. This means I have an alarming tendancy to cry at movies, and flinch when people get hit on-screen or on paper. I once cried myself to sleep one night because one of the characters in my story died. I grieved for a figment of my own imagination. And, oddly enough, have never regretted doing so. In fact, it would have seemed disrespectful to do otherwise. I guess I have an odd sense of honour.

Anyway:

( Fixer )

Please, if you happen to wander into this, don't immediately run for the pitchforks?