I wake up in a plain white room, concrete walls send my sound waves bouncing. I got up from my bed and felt memories returning to me as to why I was here. 

Angry yelling and cursing bellow from deep within my mind and send jolts through my body. And I jolt and twitch and convulse from the agony caused. I then spotted a black circle on the grey floor.

The flourescent light above it flickered wildly as the circle bubbled like an oily liquid. 

The yelling became a loud cacophony of anger, disappointment and hatred and the puddle grew and grew. 

Out of curiosity I approached the puddle and touched it. It was cold, very cold, I had a difficult time wiping it off my finger. Even as soon as I got it off, my finger's skin was stained as if by permanent marker.

 

As the yelling grew, the vile liquid poured out of the corners and out from under the walls as the room's lights flickered and sputtered... struggling to fight the incoming darkness.

As the floor became flooded by the sticky liquid I saw a door. I had difficulty walking to the door due to the thickness of the liquid. I then heard happy talking behind the door as I approached and knocked, the talking stopped as soon as my hand met the metal door. I heard frightened and mocking whispers from behind the door.

"Guys? I need someone to talk to, I just need help, can you spare me some time?"

They did not even utter my name, they kept talking and talking and talking and talking and t a l k i n g . . .

I then felt bitter cold and discomfort as the liquid slowly creeped up my body and pulled me in as they continued their conversation without me. I felt the darkness swallow me.

After it was too late, I understood the intentions of the black tar. It was hateful, vengeful and full of spite. It was a part of me as much as my arms are, but always kept in a jar on a high shelf.

I was no longer in control, I was then watching from third person perspective as my tar covered body slowly rose from the abyssal liquid. Nothing was visible on my face except for cat-like eyes that stared at the door with spite and hatred as the conversation shifted once again.

The creature I am croaked and screamed as it galloped on all fours towards the door and threw itself at it. To the creature's twisted pleasure, it heard confusion and even fear behind the door. The people within the room stood in silence and in fear as it stared at them. 

All that could be said is that bloodshed ensued, admist the carnage, a lone figure stood and watched his company was slaughtered wholesale. When it was his turn to die... His next words broke through the darkness....

"Thomas? Is that you? Are you okay?"

The creature froze, then fell onto its knees as the liquid cracked and fell off my face like dried mud. I shed a tear....

I was seen.

Heard.

And someone cared.

We made friendship bracelets together.

To this day, I still wear it as a reminder that someone out there cared about me. It also reminds me that I am stronger than the tar within me.