It was just another repetitive day, but Micheal felt different. He didn't know why or what had caused it, but he did realize he was going insane.
Somebody-..., no, you cannot possibly call what showed up in his life a human being, not even Michael knew what it was and what it wanted from him. Did it want to sully and make him ache all over, making his eyes roll to the back of his head to see the terrors his mind withheld, the mind that could no longer purify and have it's own beliefs?
How Michael wished he'd done something, before he completely lost himself and became the monster he once saw in the corner of his room.
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Michael
Short StoryBased on a true story [short story] TW- mental health and self harm Michael was your average boy, with average grades, smiling wherever he went, until things start to happen. Hidden monsters beneath his skins start to show, whispering in the back of...
