The voices in my head won't stop. I'm not a murderer. I didn't kill anyone.
I stare at myself in the mirror. Cold sweat covers my forehead as I desperately wash my hands to get rid of the stains of blood. I looked pale. I couldn't recognize myself. Was it really me? I don't look like this. Who is this monster living inside of me?
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