My name is Aislyn Braykmore. And I am no ordinary girl. I have special powers. Ones in which I can't always keep tamed. Ones in which can cause chaos. Ones in which can cause complete mayhem to break out. I try so hard to control them, I try so hard to stop myself, but I can't. My temper gets the better of me. And my every thought and action is fueled by anger and hatred. When I'm this unstable, no one can be around me.
It's hard to keep my powers in check, it's hard for me not to unleash them. My powers are strange, though. A lot of times they don't come out, they just stop working. And other times when I try to seal them, they are released. It's like they have a mind of their own; they just never seem to get where I want to get with them.
I'm not going to even bother lying about it, I have killed before. I have the blood of too many innocent lives on my hands. But now that I think about it, I realize that those people aren't so innocent.
People at my school always pick on me and are constantly putting me down. I've been called literally every awful word you can think of. What they don't realize is that words truly do hurt. Not only hurt, but kill, leaving mental and emotional scars that never fade away and that are visible only to the trained eye. Words cut deep into the mind, and slice way past the skin.
The main reason they pick on me is because they think I'm a freak. If they knew what I really was, they would think I'm a bigger freak than they already assume I am.
The way they treat me... it's not like I'm a human, not at all. They treat me like... like an animal. They give me these pure looks of disgust and hatred. They look at me in such a horrible way; examining every flaw and imperfection of me. Taunting me with that look in their eyes, and those superior smirks on their lips.
I'm schizophrenic. That means that I see things, imagine things, feel things and hear things that aren't really there. I imagine people talking to me; also pointing out my flaws and mentally tormenting me in my own head, killing me with their every word. I also feel them hurt me physically, though I know it's not real, I feel the pain. I know it's not there and yet it kills me so much. I guess I really am insecure about myself. I'm torturing myself on the inside, because no one but me is doing this to me.
I also have an awful case of depression. It's mostly because of the bullying that happens to me in my life. I'm also bullied online on Facebook and Twitter, people posting terrible comments about me and feeding them to the whole world. Their words cut deep into me. I'm currently on so many different kinds of pills. I have some for anxiety, some for depression, and some to help weaken the hallucinations I get from schizophrenia. I have to take so many pills every couple of hours.
Despite what people at my school think of me, and even though they're clearly not innocent; I had no right whatsoever to take their lives. But I just couldn't contol myself. My dark side wins over my pure hearted one, the pure side of me is weakened, drained, and dying.
I look in the mirror in my bathroom. I had just finished killing a girl who always bothered me. My face held no trace of humanity. The pain stopped, all I feel is numbness and hatred. My eyes stopped showing immense pain. They were dark, evil, and demonic. I stare at the blood on my hands and in my mouth, smeared all over my face. My lips slowly curled up to an emotionless, devious smile.
I am a monster. And this is my insanity.
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