ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕀𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖- 𝔸𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 Ⅰ

𝔽𝕃𝔸𝕊ℍ 𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂
𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕐𝕊 ℙ𝕆𝕍

I started shaking...."kill him....do it you idiot" the voice in my head shouted at me, the boy on the ground in front of me....Jameson, he was my friend, but he made me mad and I hit him.....a lot, I broke his arm and his face was fucked up and my hands were bloody. He was on the ground crying. I didn't WANT to hurt him....but Andrew wanted me too. Andrew  is the voice in my head...my, "split personality" if you will,He told me if I didn't....he'd hurt me, I didn't want to get hurt. (J)" ANDY PLEASE! DONT DO THIS!" I stared at Jameson and my head twitched, I wasn't Andy anymore....I was Andrew.....my worried frown turned into a wicked grin. (A)"I'm sorry my friend.....but you've wronged me too many times.....bye bye" i smiled wickedly and then I grabbed him by the hair and repeatedly slammed his head on the concrete in the middle of the road. His eyes turned lifeless and blood spewed out of the back of his head. I killed him....but it felt good. Soon people started surrounding me and the lifeless body in front of me. People were screaming and crying. Some called 911, soon a hand grabbed my wrist. It was my mom, she grabbed my shoulders as she turned me around and looked in my eyes with a terrified look in her eyes. (Mom)"ANDY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! YOU KILLED JAMESON! YOU NEED HELP!" I had a devilish smile on my face until she said I needed help. She knows how i talk to myself and hurt others but this meant she'd take me to a mental hospital. My face dropped and I was beyond angry...(A)"no....I'm not going to a nut house! YOU CANT FUCKING MAKE ME! HE DESERVED IT! " Soon red and blue lights lit up the gray, rainy neighborhood. I tried running but two policemen grabbed me (A)"LET ME GO YOU BASTARDS!!" I screamed but it was no use. The officers struggled at first but eventually got me in the car. I yelled and kicked, and struggled but it was useless. I was in cuffs now...I looked out of the window and saw my mom crying with my neighbors. I started yelling and thrashing around.... we pulled up to the police department and went inside. I was walking in front of the officers and we walked to an interrogation room. (Off 1)" hello mr Biersack ...how are you" I was angry....I don't wanna be here (A)"pretty shitty since I just got dragged into a police department in cuffs" (off 1)" well son, you did kill a boy.....your only 11, you don't deserve this kind of punishment but....your considered a murderer." (A)"IT WASNT ME! IT WAS ANDREW" The officers face was filled with concern (off 1)" if you don't mind me asking....who is Andrew ?" (A)"the voice in my head....he tells me what to do and says if I don't do them he will hurt me" the officer wrote something down in his note pad and made a noise like he had just successfully pieced everything together. (Off 1)"can I talk to Andrew please?" I glared at him (A)"you got a death wish old man?" He chuckled (off 1)" no....but I want to hear Andrews side of the story" I glared at him and sighed. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, my body was filled with anger, and he came out....I was Andrew now, (off 1)"Andy?" I was silent for a minute (A)"I'm not....Andy...don't call me by this little fucks name" the officer made a "mhm" noise. (Off 1)" okay well....Andrew...did you kill Jameson Wither today?" I chuckled....even when I'm not Andrew...I always feel a little satisfaction when I hurt someone or myself, but when I'm Andrew, it's overwhelming Satisfying. (A)"yeah....it was amazing...the sound of his skull crushed against the pale concrete and oh god how dark his blood was. It was a sight to behold" I was staring at the ground. I glanced up and saw that the officer was shaking a bit. I chuckled again (A)"ask more questions Coppers....I dare you" I slowly moved my head up to make eye contact with the cop....I had a devilish grin on my lips. As he started asking another question I yelled and jumped up trying to scare him, the only thing stopping me from attacking the cop, was the bar that my cuffs were attached to on the table. The cop fell back and I laughed hysterically. He called for backup and told them everything about my split personality and they dragged me to a car. I was laughing like a maniac as this happened and we started driving. We pulled up to a big, smoky White, concrete, fenced off building. In front there was a big sign that read "𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹/ 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗹𝘆 and mentally 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲" I looked at the building then at the cops. They dragged me out of the car and into the building. The walls were white with green mold growing on the floor in the corner, the floors were black and white tiles and there was a giant bar/ fence type gate that blocked us off from people in white outfits, some in straight jackets, it smelled like sweat and shit. I screamed and thrashed around but then I was passed to three staff of the hospital they dragged me to a room with padded walls and bars over the one window. There was a sleeping bag in the corner and a desk with rounded off corners and crayons and a few soft back books. They threw me to into the room and locked me in. I screamed at the top of my lungs and thrashed around.....but that was
7 years ago..and let's just say,Andy...hasent been back since.....
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