A little //shit// birdie of mine wanted a part two, here it is!
Enjoy my lovelies.
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I had a dream last night. I don't know if it was real or just another one of the weird side affects from the medicine the doctors frequently give me.
I ponder and pace around eagerly, thinking of what to do, I feel very dizzy. It's not a little dizzy either. "Stop it.......stop...LEAVE ME ALONE!! WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO ALL THIS HORRIBLE STUFF?!" I screamed. It was aimed towards the dark figure and again, there he is with that damned grin. "Why not....? They are only in our way...." He said with a low tone, his voice sounding like a demon of some sorts. "Our?? Hell no! This isn't me and you! You can mosey your ass back to hell for all I care, just GET AWAY FROM ME." I ordered, and he disappears. My eyes tear up as I seen my family covered in their own blood. "I'm sorry.....I'm so sorry......" I muttered, falling to my knees. As I lay there crying, I hear police sirens outside my door. I started freaking out, I needed to look like the victim some how. I glance at the window and see the red and blue flashing lights. "Shit!" I muttered as I frantically look around, glancing at the bloody knife used to kill my family, I hesitantly picked it up. "This is what you deserve..." I mumble. "You did it to them you can do it to yourself..." At that moment, I pointed the knife towards my stomach and stabbed myself.
I slowly woke up to flickering lights in my room, not really a shocker. I dreaded waking up from the moment I went to sleep. I hate all these stupid doctors and nurses....even the patients are assholes....
I wonder what should happen next.....
