when the story ends

EPILOGUE

I was broken Inside, it's like I was too completely different people, sad but at the same time I didn't care. I was a normal teenager but a murderer too. I remember that right now, when my mood changed in an instant and there were voices in my head, telling me to kill her, I saw her as a threat, I loathed her. So I put my hand around her throat and a few minutes later she was dead, laying on the cold grass, livid. After that I just walked away without feeling any guilt or sadness at all, and the next morning I didn't remember anything.

I've been in a mental institute for a few months now and was diagnosed wih paranoid scizophrenia and bipolarity.

So I took my meds, and they didn't charge me with anything because "you're sick, you didn't mean to do that" my psychiatrist said. The only thing I had to do was to take my treatment.

So that was my life now, crazy thoughts and a life Inside an asylum, all alone in a small cold room. That's when I when I knew that this was where my story was ending, emptyness, thoughts taht won't leave and my soul forever broken.

But remember one thing, even though it feels like it, you are not alone...