It all started when I killed him. I remember that seen so vividly. I was holding him in my hands while he was passing out. He had blood stains on his t-shirt but.. That didn't seem to bother me at that time. I can remember his hair smelling like almonds, his skin getting more and more pail, his black jeans covered in dust. Should I fell sad I asked myself ? Yes, that's what I was supposed to feel... But I didn't. Something in me had broke so loudly that I couldn't hear anything but the voices in my head. And from that point they never stopped, even for a second... But there are plenty of things that happened before that.
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What Is Left
Teen Fiction"I can't remember the last time something good happened to me" "I am sorry for being like this. I am sorry for being a failure"
