Screams echoed through my mind, I could feel the shrill cries for help ricocheting through my head and destroying brain cells in the process, giving me one helluva headache.
"Shut up!" I shouted, but the screams would not stop. I could Imagine my ears bleeding.
My eyes were closed but it did not help, it just meant I could see the images more clearly.
The images were of all my loved ones, being murdered, slaughtered like pigs. By me.
In front of me one of my closest friends hangs from the ceiling by her feet. There's panic in her eyes as she begs me not use the knife in my hand but I just laugh at her pitiful cowardice.
"We all die. Now." I whisper as I bring the knife back then slash her throat.
Blood pours from the wound. I cup my hands to catch some and wipe it on my face with an evil grin.
Bringing the knife back I gut her then massacre the rest of her body.
I scream. Disturbed by how much I enjoyed the feel of killing, even if it was only my imagination.
