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The white walls press against me; I hear its mocking laughter.
Your a murder.
A complete psycho.
You killed him.
The only man that ever loved you.
You killed him!
“Stop. Please stop.” I beg, closing my eyes and resting my aching head against the cold, emotionless wall.
I hear a different voice in my head.
You know you would do it again.
Feel the weight of the knife.
The ease of sinking it into his flesh.
His shallow breaths.
His pleading cries.
That warm, red blood trickling through your fingers.
Unwanted images flicker through my mind.
“STOP!” I scream, rising to my feet and pounding my head against the wall.
He loved you and you killed him.
Cut him until the life left his eyes.
Idiot!
Look where it got you!
“Shut up!” I shriek, flinging myself against the walls.
You killed him.
Killed him
Killed him!
The voices sing in a mocking tone. I see red spots begin to form on those bleached walls.
It grows larger and larger, stretching its red tendrils out across the whiteness. I feel my legs buckle beneath me, I feel weak and the room spins around me at dizzying speeds. Suddenly I begin to laugh, tears pouring from my eyes. As blackness begins to suck me in, I feel a moment of complete and utter joy. A smile spreads across my face as blackness surrounds me and I slip into a never-ending sleep.
