Killing Kisa (a creepypasta)

Descend Into Madness

As expected, upon returning home, needless to say I got punished. However, I was too tired to care. With my back already red and sore from the last beating, I was just appreciative that I was left alone afterwards. That night I refused any source of nourishment, demanding to be left alone for rest.

A few months have passed and snow was starting to fall upon the Earth. That day, however, I didn't quite feel like myself. Today the orphans were left chore less, a rarity in itself. Most of the children saw this as an opportunity to play and reacquaint themselves with their fellow slaves. However I did not feel the same urge.

Instead I found myself cooped up in my room, left alone being as my roommate was out playing. I could only find myself staring out the window with a blank expression; and when I wasn't doing that, I was miserable. Unspeakable and horrid thoughts began to fill my head. When these thoughts occurred I found myself with my head tucked between my knees and my hands entangled in my hair as I tried not to give interesting thoughts of which wound up in the crevices of my thoughts.

Soon I found myself in a horrid fit of mechanical laughter. It became clear to me that these thoughts would not cease to exist. I just start to wonder if my mind will be corrupted with these thoughts forever, images of even more disturbing contents flooded my brain. Eventually I managed to get myself in bed where I curled up in a ball shaking and withering in fear of my own thoughts.

The day sluggishly came to a slow end. Even with my belly rumbling being that I never left my room managed to slip into unconsciousness even being a starving as I was.