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 Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 2:00 am
I keep hearing this character speaking to me... He wants his story written down. Have to write it down... But I can't afford to have my parents see this stuff, I'll be admitted into an institution immediately. Which, coincidentally, is exactly where the character is. He thinks I'm a hallucination... Ah well, on with the story ideas... They'll be bolded.
"I keep dreaming that I murdered them. All of them--not just killed, murdered. I would never do it. They know I'd never do it. But they wanted me to. They made me do it. They didn't say it... But in the dream, yeah? When I was doing it--I did it different each time, can't plan a crime of passion..." He shook his head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs, "When I was doing it... They didn't seem surprised. Or scared. Just curious. Like, they knew exactly why I was doing it. They didn't beg, or plead, or anything. They had wanted to push me over the edge, just to see how long it took... And now I was dragging them down with me, and they were curious, and they just kept looking at me with those curious eyes. No matter how much I telled 'em to stop, no matter how much I screamed, and cried, the just kept looking, and even when they was dead, they just kept on looking with those curious eyes, and even now, they're lookin' at me, the way you're looking at me. They thunk I was just crazy, like you're thinkin' right now. I know you're thinkin' it, cause I can see ya. You think I'm crazy, and I deserve to be here. Well, I'm'a tell you, I don't. It's them. They deserve to be here, and now they got me stewin' in my own piss, and can't do nuthin' about it. And neither can you, so just stop lookin' at me like that, and I'll tell you what happened."
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 5:38 pm
Barely. He kept repeating himself, talking in circles, like. I might have to check in and see if there's anything to be written on the family.
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