First story What have I done, I-Im not capable of this He said as he covered his face with Blood-soaked hands, Trying to hide from this reality which he has set in motion, With every lingering second breaking down his fragile psyche. I have to get away but I cant move. He peered across the room into a mirror but he did not see himself, just an unrecognizable figure staring back at him. As the bodies are strewn across the warehouse like ragdolls, he forces himself up and drags himself outside meanwhile having an inner monologue about what happened. He can only remember pictures, and sounds. All of the grusome images, and gutrenching srieks, on a constant playback In his mind. He lets out an agonizing scream. Finding his way to the roof, planning to end what he has done, He makes it to the edge, And tries to apologise for those he hurts. He jumps and the moment he does the images and voices stop, he feels at peace....Everthing goes black as he hits the ground. -Psycpathic Tendency
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 21:45:15 +0000
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