Ramblings of the Mind

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Once again, we were in my room, screeching in laughter. We loved watching them burn in my littles stone furnace, like the type of excitement that rises up in you when you do something extraordinary. AAlll by yourself. This was only enhanced because of the thing inside of me. But I didn't care. WE didn't care. And that's all that mattered. 

I heard my the door slam downstairs. Deep down, I knew we went overtime. But it was too late. My mind was too  worked up  to calm my addicting insanity in time. Now I would just have to hold it down until the rest of the night. Twitching, I shuffled over to the hot furnace. The victims were tear-stained, and the effective gag buried deep into the reddened cheeks. We only burnt off their legs. As I tried to focus on reality, the thing grabbed hold of me. Hey, let go, we can do it again later. Only bits and pieces of the voice reached me. NO. NEED MORE. NEED NOW. An odd screech followed immediately, chilling my spine. 

I felt a force lift my hand and thrust it into on prisoner's neck. With one inhuman movement, the person was fully burning in the fire, screaming in agony out the corner of its gag. An immense pleasure passed me. I wanted more. We wanted more. I didn't even hear the footsteps outside.

"Hey, what's going o-"

His body already  snatched the knife and planted it with a thunk into my mother's neck. It's face could barely house my wide  grin. It's crazed eyes absorbed every thrashing motion from the body, emitting spirts of blood and even guts. Hooked, it proceeded to stab her over and over, laughing at her satisfying screams. AAAHHH. YES. YYESS!!!!

HEY! wait. that's MY body you just stole!! HEY!! WE didn't agree on this. It just laughed. ScreaMinG and ferociously pounding at my teary-eyed, heartbroken father with incredible strength. KILLING IS AMAZING. SO.............. BEAUTIFUL. the blooood, the screeaams, the pain. agony. Oh YES, if I could only torture someone forever, maybe a child, one so connected and in love with someone that i could tear there life apart. Shatter their lives, Tear them to pieces. I enjoyed hearing my father beg for his life and crying for his wife as I relentlessly stabbed him. over.... and over.... and over again. Until not a sound came from that worthless corpse. I am me. I am in control. We are MINE. 

Get me out. Please. I love this feeling, I just can't get away,.... but I love them.. I need them HELP!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS WAY!!! I just want to be noticed... to be loved.. I want life again. Everyday, these people just hurt me, just beat me to the ground. I feel confused by my own words... my existence is just.....What?  I've felt so overwhelmed... I have to be something... extreme.  I JUST HAVE TO KILL. But torture is so much better,,,,,,, I LOVE PAIN. i want to die but they have to feel it too. They dont deserve it though. What am I doing? What is wrong with me? Will someone please help me... its my fault....

Again.