I feel lost in the deep darkness of the night, stay on the ground unable to move, my shows an accelerated mind, memories of the event happened. In
room, in the darkness we are my thoughts, my actions and me.
feel like the red hot fluid covering my clothes and skin, slowly loses its normal temperature, thick texture and smell gives me a strange feeling, I should feel upset, but contrary to all the provisions for these cases, I fully quiet.
slowly begins to subside, the spirited swirl of images and sounds that echo in my head over and over again. When the argument left us for blindness in moments of anger, intense pain and confusion, the brain works in strange ways, and that is when the subconscious takes control of the situation, the wishes most basic, repressed ideas and thoughts expressed in a brutal attitude, passionate and uncomprehending.
Several bodies lie all around me, I know, are too familiar to me, stand still, life was once contained, is now leaking through the wound.
I've always liked the dark, I provide a sense of security rarely appreciated and do not know why, but I can see the hidden truth through it, my perception is different, I prefer daylight, for in despite it clearly exists, allows people to hide behind masks, invisible, big secrets that go into the scraps emerge in unexpected ways. I myself have been victim of light, hide my constant depression, my deepest fears, traumas and fears, as I think, are weaknesses in the future may explode in my face.
The only impression I remember before this point of temporary insanity, is choking, I could hardly breathe too, think clearly, feel ... maybe that's why I'm here.
I love and seeing them and they seem so harmless, so calm, so different from what used to be or what I remember they were ... I wonder
hurt at some point? Will it hurt right now? ... but instead, I feel a strange sensation of freedom, for the first time in my life ... if it's clearly not true, but I have one point of comparison in any way my mind assimilates in this way and it's wonderful.
screams echo in my ears filled with pain and mercy, desperate cries drowned in her own tears and blood ... while mixing with the previous discussions, is deafening.
... I expect that when the time is not me my hardest and relentless
judge ... I keep my hand in order that allowed me to give effect to the act committed, the glow of your resume my accomplice, my possible punishment its edge.
As my body temperature drops and my quiet breathing, I can more clearly see around me, the veil of anger that covers my eyes slowly falls. Interestingly, the adrenaline that runs through the veins, blurs and distorts our perception of reality.
At this time I am aware that the match that caused this fire, it was a stupid act of folly, in which we were all guilty, spitting out meaningless phrases, absurdly expressed in tones of voice accompanied by inadequate ... And my remedy brain, survival instinct, at this very moment begin to break all the neural connections in my memory were generated on the fact.
feel I know that after suppressed to the point that I thought could no longer breathe, while they were unprepared, take off the shelf of medieval weapons (a collection of my father) a curved dagger that had always caught my attention in the glare of the blade and blade, and I pounced on it, that know their strength oppose greater resistance, as treacherous attack, beheaded him so that he could not respond and eventually hurt me. Seeing him fall to the ground choking on his own blood, unable to stop the bleeding, my mother worried about what happened, tried in vain to contain the wound with his fragile hands while I screamed in horror, "as had been capable of such thing '... the tone of her screams just stunned and angered me more, so my body like an automatic reaction toward her fist weapon in my hand, tearing his mouth, so that never again make a sound to disturb my mind ... yet issued tremebundo cry of pain more than anyone could have ever heard. To silence and to rest in this tormented soul in which he had converted from time to time, cut his throat so he could die quickly and no longer feel the physical and emotional pain that afflicted.
My sister stood in a corner of the studio, terrified, as the emotional shock of seeing me reaping life so our parents kept him from moving, when I turned in his position fell to the floor with a small voice pleaded mercy, asking me not hurt her did not want to die that horrible way ... still would not die. In his eyes I saw reflected my face, devoid of expression; only my eyes had a strange glow ... even in a certain way made me afraid, but come this time I felt like a spectator, watching the scene from afar. It was not my everyday self who angrily took the lives of people who were there.
Finally, my sister tried to take my arm to stop me, my hand with knife severed his firmly held in one motion. The pain began to writhe on the floor, while burst into tears, not wanting to hear more of their cries, so I gave her death as the other two.
At this moment the forces that held me up from my body and fell to the floor ... a few tears welled up in my eyes ... remain steady ...
How I wish that all this was not just a terrible nightmare which soon wake up ... but the increasingly heavy smell, I confirmed this shocking and monstrous reality.
begin to notice as my eyelids are closed heavily, I have no strength to even fight this feeling of lethargy that overwhelms me ...
NICOLE PRYOR
Hufflepuff
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