Chapter 10: Wishes

I feel like shit. I usually do, but now more than ever.

The events from my sixteenth birthday, up until David's death haunt me.

That mask remains hidden beneath my bed.

I felt something inside me.

Something told me to put on the mask.

I put it on. It smelled like sweat.

I could hardly breathe in it, so I tried to take it off.

I couldn't get it. Damn thing wouldn't budge.

All of the sudden, I was walking.

Don't ask why, because I don't even know why.

I walked to my kitchen, opened the knife drawer, and grabbed the biggest butcher's knife I could find.

I took the knife back to my room, and placed it under my bed. I tried to get my mask off again, and this time, it slid right off.

Something strange was happening to me.

I already established that I was insane, but it seemed like I couldn't control what I did anymore.

It felt like I was being controlled by something….or someone.

I've killed two people, and when I do, I just get so happy.

I hate what I'm becoming, and I'm sure I'll hate what I become.

I feel like the world around me is working against me, and the only way for me to win, is to kill everyone, one by one.

My thoughts are frightening. The inside of my mind is probably the scariest place is existence.

In my eyes, no one deserves to live. And I never felt that way until the day I touched my father's gravestone…

I wish that these things would quit happening.

I wish I'd never kill again.

And most importantly, I wish that my dead father would no longer invade my mind.

Thinking about him is what got me into this.

He's dead, but for some reason, I can feel his presence…

And it frightens me….

I just realized their was no A/N in the last chapter, whatever. I'm trying to make this kinda psychological. Just to make it that much better. R/R Please-Zach