ENOUGH. I may not know much, but I know when enough is enough. Enough is gone and dead. Enough happened a long time ago. I’m past enough. Bending, bending, bending, eventually I’ll break. And that’s exactly what happened. A month ago, while recording a video with the Gamerz Rebellion, my team Youtube channel, I cracked. A lot was going on, and too many request piled on. I was sick of it. “Chase? Are you ok?” Dream asked. I just sat there, twitching. “Yeah, you don’t look too good. What’s going on?” Shadow asked. “Just leave me ALONE!” I yelled. They backed off. “Just- get out of my way.” I pushed them aside, walked down the hallway into my room, slammed the door, and locked it. I started pacing. “When will they learn? AGH!” I screamed and punched the wall. My fist went right through it. I was done putting up with it. I was done with it all. Enough is enough. And like I said, enough is gone. I’m through with it. The old Chase is gone. The new Chase is here. And he is mad. Sometimes things go too far. This is past that point. Far, Far past that point. After about a month, I walked out of my room, to a quiet house. Then my cat walked up to me, purring. I won’t give you any details, but if you go into my house, and see a cat hanging by its tail from the still-spinning ceiling fan beheaded and bloody- you get the picture. It was one quick cry of pain from the cat, if you can imagine how that sounded. I looked in the mirror. I didn’t recognise myself. I was pale, with bloodshot eyes, my hair was a mess and had this fire in my eyes. I don’t regret anything about this. I only regret my change happening so late. My phone rings. My friend was calling. I didn’t answer. I looked at the screen. 45 missed calls. I chucked the phone, as it started to ring again, it punched right through the window. I walked down to the recording space for the Gamerz Rebellion. As I opened the door, I heard Dream. “-and once again, this video won’t work right without him…”. “Well, good thing I’m here.” I said. They both looked shocked. “What’s wrong? Didn’t expect to see me? Neither did I.” Dream hesitated. “You’re covered in blood…” I looked down at myself. “Oh, so I am.” I said with sarcasm. “Always time for more...” I jumped at them. I ripped out Dream’s throat with my teeth. I elbowed Shadow and then picked them up and slammed them- through the wall, flying outside with them. I beat my former friend to death right on my front lawn. I stepped back through the hole in the wall. I said to the camera, “What can I say? Running a channel’s hard work. Don’t forget to subscribe! Honestly, I really don’t care. Bye!” I stopped the camera and smashed it with my face. Maybe I’ll upload that later, see how many people watch it. Wow, I’m crazy, aren’t I? Yeah, that’s literally the point of this… Haven’t you been paying attention? Oh, by the way… don’t worry. If you go to my house there aren’t any bodies. Let’s just say those were very good friends. And this was just my first day out. Now the second day, I woke up in a ditch. How I got there, I have no idea. But, when I stood up I remembered. Yesterday, after I “disposed” of both bodies, I walked down the street. A police cruiser pulled up next to me. “Hey kid! What happened to you?” He yelled from the window. I kept walking. “Hey kid! I’m talking to you!” he yelled angrily. “Actually, you’re yelling at me. Not talking to me. Now, this is a conversation. Haven’t you ever learned the difference?” I said. The officer stared at me confused. I turned and kept walking. “Idiot.” I muttered. But that stupid cop kept insisting. “Kid! Get back here!” he yelled at me, getting out of the car. I don’t know if you noticed yet, when I slammed my friend through the wall, I’m stronger now. My senses are greater. I turned towards him, and started walking. “That’s right kid. Come right here.” I walked past him, towards the cruiser. “Hey! What are you doing, kid!?” He yelled. “Don’t call me kid.” I said. I put my hands under the parked car. “Oh, what are you gonna do? Throw it at me?” the cop teased. “Actually, that’s exactly what I had in mind.” I flipped the car. It lifted and slammed right into that annoying cop. There was a quick, short, scream, then it was silent. I didn’t eat the cop. He probably would of tasted like crap, judging by the way he acted. So, I left his body pinned under the car. I kept walking, I felt a pinch in my neck, pulled out a tranquilising dart, I spun quickly around, I saw who shot me with it. I ran at him, and tackled him. I stabbed the needle into him. I guess I pulled it out quickly enough for still being awake, and the dart still had tranquilizer in it. He fell limp. There was another person. A woman. She was running. I ran her down. “Please don’t hurt me” she begged. “You have beautiful eyes,” I said “Maybe I’ll eat those first.” I gouged them out, ignoring the screams. I proceeded to decapitate her with my bare hands. The guy who shot me with a tranq dart, I ripped his throat out to finish the deed. I began dragging the body. I felt a hard pain in the back of my head, and turned around. There was some guy with a metal bar, which my head dented badly. He hit me a few more times… I guess he was weak, because it was a bit before the blackness began spreading… And here we are. I woke up in the ditch. Remember when I said I stood up and immediately remembered? That’s because in the scene around me I saw a cop car flipped, The guy who shot me, and a badly dented metal pole. “Well, they always said I was hard-headed.” I say to no one but myself and a brutal triple-homicide scene. Now, I know how most crazy people start out, killing their parents and all, and you may be wondering where mine are. It’s- complicated. I kind of live by myself, and formerly my cat… You see, I have… connections, so to speak. They turn the other way on a kid owning a house. I got it for myself when I was like 10. If they we're here, I would’ve killed them too, seeing as I’ve literally murdered everyone I’ve seen so far. Also, this road is private, I’m the only one who lives on it. There are other houses, but those are for my friends who need to escape- Eh, it happens more than you would think. Usually they come and go. My friends or whatever usually consist of psychopaths or murderers or both, so even if one of them saw this whole place they probably wouldn’t care. The cop was here because the gate on the end of the street was open (this was before I was crazy that I left it open) to allow access. I closed it. If any of my friends or even my regular friends came over, I’d let them in. I’d kill them though. I had no idea one of my friends was on the way over right then. I had already gone into my house, and the speaker spoke in my friend Nick’s voice. “Chase! Open the gate! Is this thing on?” I pressed the button to talk to him. “Come right in…”
