Seven days. A week. Another week of the thoughts of torture, pain, death, and agony. Another week of going through this awful thing. The thoughts are coming more frequently now. I can't go a few minutes without an image popping into my head. Seeing the images make me smile though. They make me... happy.
I should be terrified. I should be terrified of seeing those images, but they're becoming the only thing that makes me truly happy. Dismembered bodies, people suffocating on their own blood, a knife in someone's chest makes me smile.
Obviously, the pills aren't working. I've taken some, plus some more. The two pill bottles are already empty and they shouldn't be.
I've been abusing their power. I want them to work. I desperately need them to work. I need to escape from my head. I just need a few hours without these thoughts. Is that too much to ask for?
Maybe I don't need the pills. Maybe I just need to focus my mind on something completely different, like school. School always keeps me busy. Tomorrow is Monday. A new day. Tomorrow, I'll be so focused that I won't have enough time to think. All I'll be thinking about is upcoming exams.
I believe I've figured it out. I just need to focus my mind on something else.
Joseph
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Dirty Little Secret
Misteri / ThrillerJoseph Knox, the person everyone dreams to be. The boy that girls fall head over heels for. Mr. Popularity has everyone wrapped around his finger, with his gorgeous looks, his good grades, and his amazing athletic skill. Who wouldn't want to be him...
