I remember the day I went insane. It was surprisingly a very tranquil and peaceful morning. Until it happened. He drove me to the limit. I stabbed him. My best friend was bleeding out. I couldn't believe what I had done... But it felt fun... I wanted to do it again, and again, and again. But I believe that I shouldn't be talking about this right now I need to start walking to school before I'm late again. I should probably start the story when I was just a normal boy. Perfectly sane, no trace of evil inside of me. I'm telling this story from the little drop of sanity inside of me. I hope you all can believe me when I say "It's not my fault."
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Insanity
HorrorThe voices in our heads start to drive us to terrible things. You might even be taken next...