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His entire body laying motionless on the ground but his mind, hearing many voices in his head. Unsure where the voices coming from but they're all speaking to him.

Wishing him hell, wishing he was never born, wishing he never existed. All shouting to him, crying to him, telling Michael to stop. Stop what he's doing, it's hurting them, ruining them, destroying them. Moving his head back and forth as his eyes remain closed, recovering from his wounds, something in his mind bothering him. He doesn't know what it is, but he wants them to go away.

The head shaking continues till his eyes open, looking around him. Unaware that he's not outside, in his house. Looking all around him, trying to know why he's there.

"NO PLEASE!!" Hearing a woman shout inside his house. A woman he doesn't remember, yet sounds familiar to him.

Going inside the house, taking his steps slowly as the woman's voice gets more louder the more he continues walking up the stairs.

"Hello?" He responds. Her response still remains the same. Shouting no. Her voice sounds really desperate. She wants to escape what's happening.

In his bedroom. Her voice begins to calm down, but another voice, happens inside his room. The voice he hears, sounds completely familiar to him, along with the fact that it sounds more like him. Like he's able to see something from there.

Slowly opening the door in front of him, his eyes, he couldn't believe it. What he's seeing right now. What that man is doing to this woman. The man taking pleasure in all of this. Until he turns his attention onto Michael.

His face now in front of him, no... it can't be.

The man, looks like him. A bit younger but messy, wild and violent.

"Hey you!" As he soon realises he's been watched. Michael could only do nothing but see a reflection of himself as he shouts at him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Pulling out his genital off the woman's before angrily approaching him.

Seeing this in a panic, he runs as he closes the door shut. Moving behind, the door breaks with a huge impact from the figure's big kick.

"Where do you think you're going?" As he continues his approach onto him.

"No please. I didn't mean too..."

"Bullshit. I know you've been watching." No way this guy is going to stop, he immediately runs.

Going down the stairs, as fast as he can. The figure follows on. Going inside the kitchen cupboard, he locks himself. Twisting it, making sure he doesn't break in.

But the figure doesn't seem convinced by it. With all his strength, clenching his fist as he hits the door with his bare hands. Causing wood to hit Michael. Looking around, seeing something sharp. Holding it incredibly tight, he hits onto the man's forehead, causing him to scream.

The sounds he's been hearing from him, it all sounds like Michael himself. Like he's fighting or killing a part of him.

The adrenaline starts to take over him, unlocking the door, lunging towards the figure with the weapon in his hand, landing it everywhere on the figure. Many times, blood exploding onto him as he continues stabbing the figure.

Until it was done, he looks forward and screams. Only for the screams to turn into the roaring of a lion. Now done, he looks down.

But the figure is no longer there. Gone, in a snap. Realising this, he lets go of the weapon and raises himself up. Where's the figure.

A question he thought to himself only to hear people all around him. All coming out in different rooms of his house. Those people, one from his party.

Seeing this, everyone gathering together, some of them having already filmed him do quite such an act. Talking behind his back, about what he has done, some looking at him horrified.