From Fiction To Reality
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, gen 25, 2016
Hello, my name is John Carter I am a 13 years old, and I love to read. I'm a very lonely child. My family thinks I'm crazy all because I told them that I heard voices coming out of the books I read. They're forcing me to go see a psychologist. I hate it, I know I'm not crazy, but they don't see that. They think I need help when in reality I don't they're the crazy ones not me!
After the little 'visit' the doctor said I have Schizophrenia and Delusion of Persecution. But, they don't know anything. They don't know what I know what I've seen, nor what I've done. Yet, they still judge me, but one day I'll show them.
This is my story onto how I went from being a normal teenage boy to a ruthless killing machine.
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