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solitude

i am a monster.

i had killed an innocent girl with my bare hands, all because i had thought that she was my goddamn demon.

my mind is playing tricks with me and i can't handle it. not anymore. the nurses had to hold me back, the doctors looked at me in disbelief and the other patients piled out of the cafeteria.

perhaps everyone is afraid of me now. they are petrified of what i am capable of doing. i never thought that i could murder a person i don't even know.

they put me in my room and i could hear the doctors discussing about moving me and a few others to the special cases wing of the large hospital whilst walking here just now.

i walk to the glass and look out into the hallway, my eyes catching luke's stare from his glass.

he shakes his head with tears running down his face as he stares at me with pleading eyes. the blue in them are fading into a dull, unattractive color.

i look to my left and calum's at the glass in his room, too. he is also staring at me—his hair is a disheveled mess and his cheeks are hollow due to his lack of food.

this is the first time i'm seeing him after the meeting with the therapist; after i found out the reason why he's here.

i don't know where ashton's room is located but i hope he's doing better than the three of us right now. my own eyes water at the sight of luke and calum's broken state.

luke turns and slides his back down the wall, getting out of view while calum walks away from the glass. so i follow his actions.

i try to block out the demon's sinister laugh and slide down the wall opposite my pathetic bed. what am i turning into?

"you're gonna be alone with me soon, michael. no one else will disturb us then." she shows up in her normal clothes, sneakers leaving nasty sounds as they scrape on the cement floor.

i don't crave solitude, that's not what i want right now.

she sits on my bed and smiles at me when a doctor steps into the room.

"michael clifford," he says, looking up from a clipboard that he holds in his hands, "we're moving you to the special cases wing. please do not object."

and i don't. i let them handcuff me and lead me out of the room. the fucking demon laughs and follows suit, ignoring my cold stare.

4. michael clifford. cause of insanity: himself.

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