A twist in the story

Insanity

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Log#5

Slowly losing your mind is very odd. You can literally feel the few sane thoughts slowly drift away until there is nothing. Nothing but insanity. I find it harder and harder to write with each passing day, were my hands always so blood stained? As I was saying the insanity didn't come swiftly it's slow and painful. I hear whispers and voices surround me every second of every hour of every day. The worst thing about losing your mind is the fact that no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you wish or dream, you can't stop it. You can't prevent it.

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Log#6

I need to see him.I need to see him.I need to see him.I need to see him.I need to see him.I need to see him.I NEED TO. I HAVE TO. I need to see him. I need to go in his room. I need to. I need to. Help me help me help me. He comes into my dreams at night and plays with my thoughts. I check his door every morning, it's unlocked. But every night I lock it. It's him. It's him. He's trying to get me. I got him now he wants to get revenge. Help me help me help me. I walked down the hallway and placed my hand on his door knob, I swear I heard his laugh inside.

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Log#7

I can't go in the kitchen anymore. The kitchen is beneath his room. You can his blood stain the cream coloured ceiling. The smell is disgusting, revolting, yet intoxicating. I'm ashamed to admit I've become addicted. It's quite strange really. I can feel my mind rejecting such a horrid thought, yet my body finds it eminencly energizing. Am I going to hell? Or am I already here? At night I crave the excitement of slashing up others as I did to my dad. I'll dream of it tonight.

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Log#8

Someone came to the door today, he asked about my dad. I couldn't help myself. I brought him up to my dad's room and before he could scream at the disgusting sight, I slashed his throat. His blood ran thorough my fingertips, spilling onto the wooden floor. I'm insane and no one seems to care. He was much easier than my father was. Except now the whispers are growing louder and the voices are growing stronger. What the hell is this? The whispers said they'd stop if I did it again. I need to stop. I need to stop. Shit. I just can't. I love the adrenalin rush it gives me. I love snuffing out their last breath. Being in control is what I need.

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Log#9

I can't handle this. The world keeps spinning even after I shattered these peoples lives, why? Why has no one tried to stop me? Weirdly, do I want to get caught? I myself don't even know anymore. The voices do though, they whisper to me hissing to give them more death. What is realty what is just a silly horror picture playing through my mind? I'm so hungry, so thirsty, so tired. Help me Help me. God damnit does no one even care these people are dead? Does no one care they simply cease to exist? Bloody hell, I've gone mad. I've lost track of time, I don't know the date. In all honestly I have no idea whether its day or night. This is just insanity...