Random Short Stories

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Dead. they're all dead. A sinister plot created by some madman. I know we were hand picked to die. I knew they were, and I convinced them i was too. I convinced them to do go with me, but in the end they are gone and i am here. A maniac forced to wallow in a selfish plead as to why they died without me. As to why they get to be together forever without me. Without me the one who planned it. Their voices are in my head screaming and sobbing. They stuff my mouth full of cotton hopping to hurt and keep me silent without ending my life. To kill me would be my wish- my blessing. They cant have me happy. I feel bullet holes and the smack of concrete mixed with the pressure of water. Those are their deaths, and mine will be insanity. Their voices, scream and remind me of them. They make me angry. It's been a week, and i haven't told anyone. Why would i? They would only smile more as i was sent to a confinement its only purpose to close me in and shut me down. Crushing and cracking the sound my my bones and the squelch of my flesh would be their victory. So i sit in this house. In this placed stained with tears and blood. Stained with my screams and their deaths. It reeks of loneliness. My blood has since been spilt in an effort to end this cycle, but instead i awoke again in this place with the sound of laughter around me. And once again I was brought back only to die once more.

A/N : I'm changing the upload schedule from every week to once every month. I might to every week again sometime but I need to get past finals and any other school stuff.