Thought You Knew (based on A Gorey Demise)

"One by one we bite the dust..."

[[Short chapter started: January 28th/29th (it's nearly midnight), 2015]]
        I laid in my bed during one of many sleepless nights. I let the voices converse at their own freewill, and I listened. In the beginning, I felt that I should fear them. "I mustn't listen, I'm sure that they want me dead," I'd repeat to myself over and over again. But, Twenty Four convinced me to do otherwise, to just let them talk, let them send me messages, and let them teach me life lessons. What started as unintelligible rambling that I couldn't comprehend had gradually morphed into sentences spoken in plain English, but it took me longer to actually understand what they were saying. Eventually I gained the ability to decipher the meanings behind the seemingly broken messages. They began to shed more light on the world that lay just beyond the realm of the living. They told me about the Misfits. They mentioned that they chose me to start that massacre because I possessed special abilities and a unique link to their reality. Those four sentences that they continuously spoke to me was actually a greeting, so I could be aware of their presence.
        The voices were never mean to me, they were my friends. I swear, they were my friends. Why doesn't anyone believe me when I say that, even to this day? They helped me, they taught me all I needed to know in life and more. Not only did I learn more about my own reality, but I discovered more about theirs, too. I knew things that society didn't, and as a result, they thought I was crazy. They didn't hear what I heard. They didn't see what I saw. They just simply didn't understand. I swear, the voices were my friends, dammit! They were so kind to me, so helpful! The people in the "real world" turned them against me; influenced my friends to start being mean to me! Everyone is my enemy...
Everyone is my enemy...
        They all had to die...
        They all deserved to die...
        It isn't my fault... they needed to die, the Misfits wanted them to die... it was my duty... what I was chosen to do...
        The voices wouldn't stop, they wanted more.... More sacrifices... more bloodshed...
        We all shall die. We are born to DIE!
        Kill them, kill them all! Satisfy the Misfits! Bring them more! More!!! MORE, GOD DAMMIT, MORE!!!