Slowly Driven to Insanity

Slowly Driven to Insanity

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I was a normal kid. I had semi-good grades, I had friends, I had a normal thinking process, I would be disgusted by gore and frightened by horror. And then Boom. Sister died. I watched the man killing her. I saw his demented grin as his knife slowly went to her heart. I froze completely. I was helpless to save my sister. My own flesh and blood. I failed her. Once I get my hands on him, oh. He'll never see the light of day again. Blake describes his trail downward to madness and all we can do is watch him destroy his life. He will get that murderer, and to prepare for that, he kills people at random. It doesn't matter who it is, if they get in his way, that's it. Some get out alive, but not for long. He eventually hunts them down and makes the kill. Have fun reading and just hope that he doesn't find you. He knows your thoughts. When you read about his, your minds connect. Your thoughts might just may be the only things that decides if he catches you or not.
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I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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