A Dark Trip

End or Beginning

     Night came quickly. James was sitting on the floor, muttering to himself, just as he had been doing all day. What is going on here? 

     I stood over him and held my arms out. His body was shaking with intense fear. My hands tightened around their neck and with a quick twist, he died. I don't know why but, I laughed. His death made me joyous. 

     I opened my eyes to see someone that looks like me holding a knife to James's throat. The girl quickly and gracefully slashed the knife towards James's throat, and it struck true. Blood flowed out of the now lifeless body of the an who used to be my friend. It was gruesome and upsetting to the stomach as a whole. However, somehow, I laughed, out loud. It was a joyous laugh, almost as if the scene made me happy. 

     I opened my eyes to be greeted with a white room. The walls were padded and I was wearing some sort of constricting jacket. On the wall written in blood,was the question, "What is reality?"