I was running through the forest.
A black roof of leaves covered what little light the moon made. A bridge, there was a wide but narrow bridge. I must get up there and I ran. I know, without ever having been here, that behind this bridge there would be something that would help protect me. No, it's going to catch me I have to run faster but my legs want the opposite, I'm exhausted, my breathing is almost nonexistent. I arrive at the bridge. I cross it. I feel that he is on the bridge, the bridge is so fragile that I can feel it move under my attacker's steps. I can't turn around. If I don't, he will catch me. He will catch me and kill me. I wasn't afraid of death, but I didn't want to die. Not killed by him.
I had to do something...
I had to cutting off my fingers and to tears out my eyes was probably the only way to potentially stay alive.
Maybe he would have mercy? He will be more forgiving. He won't let me live. But he won't kill me violently.
Quickly.
I grab the knife. I tears out my eyes before cutting my fingers.
No.
He's here.
I don't have time. He's grabbed me by the throat. He's dragged it away. My nerves, still functioning. I could still think.
My name ? Nea
My age? 19.
Who was my killer? I was.
I was schizophrenic.
It was a hallucination.
I masked my own suicide.
