he sits there. he watches me. he has no smile.no emotion. how do i know this. he tells me. his whispers send me to sleep. people think im crazy. because they cant see him. but i can. he tells me to do this. to hurt them. end them. i draw him. his portraits cover the bland white walls that keep me safe. so do the silver chains around my ankles and wrists. the sliver snakes lead to the wall where they are sealed down, they're practically welded to the wall. the lady in white gives me the happy pills everyday. her pretty little head.. pisses me off i want it destroyed decorated across the wall. you see that thats how he suddenly take control of me. like split personality but on person isnt me.
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Paranormalthis is my first story it may be bad and i cant grantee on it being continued but i hope you do like it some parts are a bit clique.
