The first thing they tell you about me was how I died. Like it's the only detail about my life that defines me.
They didn't find important to tell the reason that led to my death, or why I commited those crimes.
All the work turned into to a headline, partying over my fall.
Everyone is a killer if you push them far enough. Once your mind reaches the breaking point there's no turning back. You snap out of sanity.
But they don't care, they don't talk how society screwed you up, they don't talk how all your chances were taken away. Every single dream torn apart, because of a lable.
Worrying about people's opinons over you is bad, but stop caring about them is dangerous.
"It doesn't matter."
Once you say that, you not only ignore other people's thoughts, but also yours.
I just don't care anymore.
The world around me became distance, like it's happening in a second plan.
Every emotion is now numb and I lost track of my own mind.
I don't know what I'm thinking, feeling. I don't know how to show empathy, anger, sadness.
It's like I'm going through all emotions and none at the same time.
Every movement is automatic and the only thing there's left for me to do is wait for my days to come to an end.
Wait for the sky to turn dark and the stars don't shine. For the last ray of sun to set for the last time. And my heart to stop beating making my eyes shut to the next life.
They were right.
I lost my mind.
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Short scary stories
HorrorIn this book I'm going to write short horror stories about different topics. I'll put a notice at the beginning, if there's a more sensitive topic. I don't accept copies or adaptations. Have fun reading, see you on the other side.
