As I sat in My room alone all I could hear where the faint sounds.The loud screams of helpless people begging me to stop. The faint laughing. The faint scratching. The faint words that have once came out of my mouth. The laughs seem to echo across my blank half empty room. The scratching seems to change from wall to wall.The shadows appear and run across my curtains.The words fill my head till it drives me crazy and I can no longer handle the urge. I start scratching my thighs. Each time I dig my nails in deeper and deeper. I try to focus on the little bit of pain its causing me to tone everything out. I need to feed. I can no longer fight it off..
