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Diagnosis

Diagnosis

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Paranormal
Light, light, light, light god damn it! Darkness filled the room after each spark went off. Light! Whispers filled the room and shadows begin to form around me. "Leave me alone!" I continued to try my hardest to get this stupid lighter to work, but nothing. "Come." Multiple whispers sang in my ear. "No! Go away, just leave me alone.!" I covered my ears and closed my eyes shut hoping that this was all a dream but I knew it wasn't. "Come." The whispers filled my head. "No! What do you want?!" "You." Silence filled the room, I removed my hands from my ears and opened my eyes wide. I tried to light up the room one more time. Flick, flick, the lighter brought a sense of secureness. I walked around the room flashing the lighter at the walls, blood dripping words read across the walls. WE WANT YOU. YOU. COME. BETH.
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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