Savagery

The Unremembered Brutality

He was running, and he was running faster than ever. He was running away from what had just happened. He shuddered for a moment and started to tremble. He was afraid but he was running without knowing why he was afraid. All he remembered was blood, too much blood. He had blood all over, not just his hands.

He tried to remember as he ran, did this blood belong to him? Or did it belong to someone else? He didn't even know that. His memories were in pieces. He entered streets he never knew, and when he entered the last dead-end street, he stopped and sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. Meanwhile, he heard a voice saying, "Remember, remember what happened, remember what you've done, remember that brutality you've inflicted." he was saying. He thought he was crazy, he started to remember his memories slowly, every memory he remembers was enough to destroy him. He closed his eyes, but when he closed his eyes, he opened it, the moment he closed his eyes, he saw the brutality he did. You were the one who made this atrocity live, the voices were repeating.

Shush! he shouted, but the sound did not stop, and even started to get louder.
His eye fell on the glass bottles in the corner, he staggered to his feet and went to the bottles, took one of the bottles in his hand and smashed the bottle against the wall. Picking up the sharpest piece of glass in his hand, he went back to his place. He hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to give up, but the voice whispered to continue, rubbing the sharpest corner of the glass piece against his wrists. The blood flowing gave him pleasure, he rubbed the glass a little harder on his wrists, when he was done, the blood flow increased and he was covered with more blood all over, he felt his consciousness begin to go away, his eyes were starting to slide too, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open now. A wry smile settled on his face as his eyes closed, and it was his last thoughts that he thought he deserved it.

He jumped for a moment and woke up in a sweat. When he looked around, he realized that he was in his own room. He realized that it was all a nightmare. This nightmare was the worst and most realistic nightmare he had ever seen, he was still trembling, he tried to get up from the bed and then he noticed the bandages on his wrists, his hands were shaking and he started to open the bandages, he even regretted that he had opened the bandages himself. what happened was real. He had done very bad things and tried to kill himself in return for it, but he couldn't even do that, he started to think about what happened and who brought him here, while drowning in thoughts, he was startled and returned to normal life when the door opened with a sharp movement.

The person who came was someone wearing a uniform.

He took the chair of the table in the room and sat in front of him, realized that he was going to be questioned and started to tremble even more, the person in the uniform said why.

He started thinking about that moment.

He was angry and angry with everyone, everyone was laughing out loud, and he walked out of the place depressed. When he came out, he heard a voice saying, you didn't deserve these, you should get everything you deserve, you should take your revenge on them, that voice was saying that they should all live what they deserve.
He was confused for a moment, and when he came to, he realized that he had a poison bottle in his hand. When I looked at the poison, he thought, I must do something. He listened to that voice and poured poison on everything without a moment's remorse.
He happily returned to his seat, laughing, and began to wait. He watched with delight as they were all poisoned one by one, thinking they were all dead, he turned around with a smile on his face, a knife to his throat as he turned. It was one of them who did this.
The knife was pressed further into his throat as he thought about how he hadn't died.And he heard that voice again, he was saying kill him, you can do it, destroy everyone who hurt you, and he did so with a sudden maneuver and killed him with that knife, but you still didn't stop, keep on hurting them. And again, listening to the voice, he began to harm all their bodies with the knife in his hand. He was covered in blood all over, and he ran away from there.

He was awakened by the shouting of his uniform. The uniformed person repeated why, when he realized that she wouldn't answer, he got up from the chair and slammed the door and left the room.

He heard that voice again as the uniform left the room.
He was saying you must die, he was repeating how you killed them, you must die. He tried to silence the voice, but it didn't work, he felt like he was going crazy. He thought I should die, he repeated aloud that I should die. Seri-sen got up from a moving bed and staggered all the way to the door. He should have opened the door, he smiled. He was lucky the door wasn't locked, he got out without being seen by anyone.