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Why

I had died.

On the inside.

Without any purpose.

Why did it have to be me?

Why?

Why was I the one to get a deadly disease?

Why did I have to be quarantined?

Why did I have to become crazy?

Why?

Couldn't it have been someone else?

No.

It couldn't.

Yes.

No.

WHY?

Why do I have to be tortured?

Why do I have to be the one to have no life?

To lead no life?

WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME???

I stormed out of the room.

I ran outside.

I screamed.

I yelled.

I let the world know that I was in pain.

That I was crazy.

Psycho.

Whatever you may call it.

I will get revenge on what they did to me.

I will.

I will.

And when they are dead, they will never be remembered.

Only the people who drove an innocent man to their deaths.

Their deaths...