Guilt. He rises from the sea of despair and with black dripping fingers grabs my arm and pulls me into the bubbling lake. Terrified I try to run, but his grip is too hard, my fight long gone. My head sinks under the black liquid, covering my eyes and filling me with doubts and feelings of horror. I writhe in pain as Guilt pushes my head so I can't breathe, so I can't think.

My will dies and I come up with the vision of what I have done, how many I have hurt, how long I have left my friends suffering. Instead of my captor, Guilt becomes my teacher, showing me how I went wrong and how I can make it right. The road hurts and I may fall and cry and feel every negative emotion possible, but I must save my friends. I form walls from my friends, realizing that I am hurting them and the way to change that is to save them from me, not let myself talk to them anymore. Call me selfish, call me a jerk, call me every single name you can think of, but my friends will live and I will learn to survive by myself.

It's for their good.

It's for the best.