I suffered from depression and anxiety since I was 10 and now im 21. 11 years seems a lot but really it isnt. Suicide always creeped into my mind even when I could push it away and the feeling of wanting to kill myself was a passion. But an even bigger passion was killing someone.. Just to take an innocent life for your own sounds so good..
Dom always tried helping but that didnt help with him either..He started getting the same thoughts as me and that passion of wanting to kill someone grew stronger the older we got and it got worse when we put our thoughts together.
Blood dripped down Y/Ns face. As I wiped my hand across my face it felt so good the coldness just sitting there.. Dom was across the room with blood dripping down his face and hands a cold smile across his face exactly like mine.We did it.. We took an innocent life. Me and Dom wiped our bloody hands across the blank walls spelling out the words YOU in dripping blood.. The next person in this house wont be able to escape...
