They asked me why I did it.
Why?
I told them.
I tried.
They wouldn't listen.
They asked again.
Why?
I told them.
I tried.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Why?
They asked me why I did it.
I told them.
I told them I was made to do it. The others. They made me. The others. They wouldn't go away. So I did it. I did what they told me to do.
I killed.
I chopped, I hacked, I sawed, I beat, I shot.
I chopped, I hacked, I sawed, I beat, I shot.
Again. And again.
29. 29 times.
I chopped, I hacked, I sawed, I beat, I shot.
The others. They told me. They said if I didn't do it they would never leave.
These people. They don't believe me. They don't believe that the others exist.
They don't.
They can't.
They resist.
I told them I was made to do it. The others. They made me. The others. They didn't go away. I did what I was told.
I killed.
I chopped, I hacked, I sawed, I beat, I shot.
29. 29 times.
I chopped, I hacked, I sawed, I beat, I shot.
Why?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
They asked me why I did it.
I told them.
They didn't believe me.
They put me here.
White
All I see is white.
All day white.
All night white.
Always white.
White.
White.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
White.
At least I get a hug.
From me.
Every day. Every night. Always.
Always hug.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time.
How much?
How little?
29. 29 times.
I killed.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I killed.
Why?
The others.
They made me. The others. They made me do it.
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The Others
Short StoryThis is a short story of the nonsensical ramblings of a paranoid, psychotic, schizophrenic woman who heard voices which told her to kill people. The story takes place when she is in a psych ward, after she is captured by police. I wrote this story f...
