Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy

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He arrived at the party. The music was loud. He didn't like loud noises. Who had even choose the song, because they didn't have any taste in music. If he had his violin beside him he would show them real music.

Jen's voice made him get out of his thoughts.

"What's with the attire? You look like a mess. Like you had just broken up with someone. Come, take a seat. Don't just stand over there!"

He scowled. What's with the comment? What was her deal?

He shrugged the thoughts and took a seat where no one was sitting.

People danced and drank. He thought of taking a drink, but he was too tired. He rested his head on his arms. A little nap wouldn't hurt.

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Darkness.

It's everywhere.

He ran and ran.

But the darkness took him over.

It forced him underground.

He tried screaming, reaching out.

It was too late.

It's all your fault.

The voice echoed.

"What?"

It repeated itself.

"What's my fault?"

Everything.

"Can you... elaborate?"

You're scared of loosing David like you lost 'him'.

So you push him away from yourself.

You're selfish.

"I'm not! I'm not selfish... I just... I don't want him to get hurt..."

He isn't hurt physically, but did you ever think about mentally?

"..."

I thought so.

It's your fault that he died.

It's your fault that David is hurt mentally.

"Shut up" he repeated over and over again. He squeezed his eyes and held his ears. He didn't want to hear or see any of this.

A mirror was infront of him.

He looked at himself.

A monster.

His reflection grinned at him maniacly.

There was blood.

Everywhere.

This is the real you.

He reached out to the mirror.

It cracked as he touched it with his fingertips.

He flinched as the cracks cut his finger.

It didn't hurt.

He saw David in the distance through the cracks.

He turned around.

"David!"

David scowled.

"You didn't save him."

His voice echoed.

"If you were there for him he could've been living right now."

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