Psycho
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Last updated- December 7-2015 // Harry was different. Instead of dreaming, his nightmares were alive to torment him. He would become extremely deranged at times, losing memory of he was doing, and sometimes even who he or the others around him were. On occasion, he would even become his own nightmare, the whites of his eyes staining with blood and the thoughts of how to commit homicide rushing through him. His body was never in his control unless he was on medication, which even than, he would have a hard time. It was difficult. It was hard for him to live, using his image as a mask. Having to admit that he was awfully difficult to live with (god, sometimes he couldn't stop crying due to his awkward emotional problem) was never fun. He was hostile and had to be constantly drugged on suppressants so he wouldn't end up in a mad, violent situation. All in all, he was scared of what his disorder had made of him. Nobody could even try to love him for who he was. Right?
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- ¡Llegaste a sus vidas para arruinarlo todo! - grito una fan. Las cosas pasaban rápidamente por mi mente, las lágrimas caían como cascada y trataba de caminar a través de todas esas personas. - ¡Eres una perra! - escuche gritar a otra, eso me rompió en mil. Caí al suelo sin pensarlo dos veces y creo que en vez de lagrimas, lloro sangre, todo esto es muy fuerte para mi. La voz de alguien a mis espaldas invadió mi mente, no entendí perfectamente lo que dijo, las palabras se escuchaban con dificultad. - Ya basta de tratarla así - fue lo ultimo que escuche, cerré los ojos dejándome llevar del cansancio y las lagrimas. ¿De quien era la voz? ¿Como llegue hasta este punto con esta gente? Muchas preguntas están en mi mente ahora, pero yo solo quería descansar y olvidarme de este momento. ----------------------------- *No copiar* *Historia 100% Original* *No adaptaciones*

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