Once upon a time I was a normal kid. I had two best friends, Jeff and Ben. We were the Ron, Harry, and Hermione of our neighborhood. Always together and always in trouble.
But everything changed when Ben drowned. Jeff and I saw it, and... we were never the same. The therapists said that it was grief, and we would get better soon. I guess they were proven wrong when Jeff snapped.
It took me longer to wither into insanity, but it eventually happened. I remember it so well...
I was stricken by grief from losing the only two friends I had ever had, unsure of anything and everything. I knew life was going to be worse for me now, as well.
Jeff and Ben had protected me from bullies. Strength in numbers and all that jazz, right? Well, with them gone, the bullies came back with a vengeance.
It happened so quickly. I wasn't exactly sure what had happened, really, until I saw their bodies beneath me, leaking blood. Then I saw myself in a puddle of water, black stitches carving through my skin, most prominently keeping my mouth closed.
But perhaps I should back up a slight bit and tell you exactly what happened.
Promise you won't be scared?
