I don't want to remember, but did I ever even forget. The pain is dull, and crawls all over like spiders. I don't want to feel this, but it is the only thing I have ever known. What to do? How to get away? Can I get away? Even I don't know the answer, I am on to much medication to even know. The words? Yes, the hateful words that come from another. Another who does not accept me and my being, and instead of being curious they are dismissive.
Family, maybe they'll save me. Maybe not. The voice beckons back at me, keeping me in it's cage. Every time I try to call out for help, I get more prescriptions shoved down my throat. I don't like to speak much anymore, for the only company I keep is the voices. They open their arms to me and envelope me in their hatred for others. Kill them. Rip their flesh off the bones. Why? They have caused us harm. WISHED US DEATH!!!
Who are they? The faces. Faces? Of the monsters walking near us, laughing at our pain. What pain? The one numbed by the monsters, don't take the pills....they want to control us. I won't. Good....TOMORROW IS THE DAY THEY WILL ALL PAY!!! Tomorrow...is the day...they will pay.
My legs moved themselves and carried me to the closet, and my arms made me dress in my school uniform. I then move to the kitchen and open our knife drawer. I just stare and listen as they beckon for me. My hands move themselves to our largest and sharpest knife, I also grab the honing steel and started to sharpen the knife. Loud scrapes can be heard from the other side of the house.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL!!!!!! "kill them all....we will...kill them all....we will," I repeat quietly over and over again. "Sweetie...? Why are you up?" I was in the corner of the room by them cutting some of my flesh, a Glasgow smile. I start to twitch hearing a sweet melodic voice. Mom? She is one of them. No she is my mom. I turn around and look up at her, and her eyes widen in horror. "M-mommy..." She only stares, there were no words to escape from her mouth. Till she finally could, "O-o-oh...my....god.....J-JERRY!!!" she screams for my dad. She is calling for backup. "I-i'm okay mommy, I just felt a little bad, it is over now" I say and smile, causing blood to pour out the cuts. I crawl to her after dropping the knife, and hug her while on my knees. My bloody face in her dress, and my blood soaked hands bleeding into the back of her dress.
"It'll be okay, baby," She whispers quietly as I hear my dads feet come pounding in here.
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