The class weirdo...

That's what they called me, but was it from them or the voices in my head they won't let me sleep not even a wink. It drive's me insane they won't leave me alone, it feels as if a real human being were talking to me but... When i look, no one is there just fractions of me, a different me every where.

It's gotten so bad i even have muscle spasms, that make me violent, random blackouts and vomiting to the point that eating is obsolete...

My friends tell me i whisper weird things to my self during class, sOmEtimes i even hurt myself leaving a bloody mess that i can not see, but they can.

When i close my eyes a horrifying woman stares at me with closed eye's. I feel as if i knew her at one point in life because...

Because...

NO!, YOU PUSHED HER OFF THE LEDGE NOT ME!





THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOUR FAULT YOU DID THIS YOUR HURTING ME LAUGHING SHOUTING HURTING ME!...

Im sorry...

Im so sorry...

I...


I deserve to...

To...

DIE.

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