He sat in a darkened corner, lost deep in thoughts. He was aware of the lack of fact in his thoughts, he knew that they were the product of his imagination, but he could not make them stop. Paranoia had crept into his mind over the passing days. It had started to work it's way into his every thought. "Why" was the question that fed them, and they expanded wider and wilder in his mind. He tried desperately to hold on to facts that he knew to be true, to have patience to find the answers to his questions instead of his assumptions, but the weight of the assumptions was crushing his spirit. He was lost in the thoughts spawned from paranoia, fed by experience, he was being consumed, almost eaten, by them. "Why" resonated louder and louder in his mind, demanding an answer, not resting for anything. He had had similar situations in the past where his paranoia had been true, but was ignored. This time he was sure it was only paranoia, but it wouldn't be ignored. The whiny "i told you so" of past experience was adding it's taunts to the whirlwind in his mind. The thoughts were eating him alive, consuming his mind and devouring his soul. He knew not how to quell them on his own. He knew that only proof would silence them forever, but would the proof ever come, would the horrors in his mind's eye win out before the facts could be presented. He prayed that he was stronger than these thoughts, but he knew it would be close, win or lose, God help him, it would be close.
