With a twisted perception on life, for the last 3 weeks; after my sessions with the doctor. I was at an all time low. Or high. I didn't even know myself. Confusion still circled me continuously day and night for these 3 weeks.
"Why God, WHY?"
I would cry out. In anger, distrust and hurt.
"WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?"
"WHY?"
with my mind spiralling and my chest hurting more each second. I dashed myself towards my cupboard door. Once opening this door, i looked around for something that would help put these voices to a stop!
"Pills... yes... this, might work"
I ignored my initial thought of overdosing,
That it wouldn't work for my intended purpose...
I was on a quest to silence these voices by means of suicide. As no truth was coming to light.
So I tried, one, more, time.
"I'll take more than one..."
Nothing, for that matter, was coming to light. I was in the shade of darkness, leading down one path...
To death.
This seemed to be the only way for this madness to end. No more monster. No more creep looking out of the window. No more "pathetic excuse of a man" as I would keep telling myself.
No more Sebastian.
Was this the only door that I had opened?
After taking the pills...
I passed out.
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Why Am I Here? I am lost
Mystery / ThrillerBEFORE YOU READ!!! This is a dark and gloomy, psychological twist on your usual 'Detective' kind of story. A destructive mind, with broken pieces in search of amending. Why am I here? I am lost. The Diary entries of a man named Sebastian Wonders. A...
