There is something different about me. My eyes that were once blue have become grey, my pupils have become darker and if you were to look in them you would see the deepest pits of hell. I've had the urge to slaughter my family. I'm walking down a dark corridor and the end of it leads to complete darkness. I suppose my dreams were the beginning, I remember my favorite dream, the one where the teens run from my knife, I chase them across the school yard on Halloween night, it's cliché but the thought of it puts a smile on my face. A few nights ago I called upon Satan, I lit a candle infused with my blood and drew a pentagram with that very same liquid. He didn't show. My mind has been dark, I have reason to believe that it's because of my drug addiction, mostly consisting of marijuana. Apparently a side effect is psychosis. I had no choice.
