by Anthony Frost
OK, this all started a while back, and looking back on it, it was completely my fault.
I was extremely angry and my brother and I were really depressed. I had even gone emo (probably didn't help) and made a split second decision. I struck him across the face. He fell unconscious. Instead of helping him, I went to the living room, and pretended it never happened.
The environment was bad, and it was already there. It made its move. This creature took me over. It tells me to kill myself, hurt my family and friends, do drugs, and horrible, horrible things. It still tries to hurt me today. Post your advice, I desperately need help, leave comments.
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