(Short Story)
I am scared...I am so fucking scared right now. And the problem is that I cannot tell you why...I am not even sure myself. I don’t remember how it began, or what I was doing beforehand. I don’t even remember my name… All I know is that whatever I am thinking about, it is disgusting, dreadful...and painfully sick. I didn’t ask for this! I need it to stop! These images and feelings continue to swirl around me, and it’s making me sick.
Images of grotesque scenes, and repulsive acts kept flashing through my head. I couldn’t keep my eyes open or closed without having to see that. All I remember was that it started with one image, and quickly morphed into this terrible, never-ending film.
I felt my hands move on their own, and hit the side of my head. Though it was painful, it gave me a brief moment of relief from these dreadful thoughts. I needed more!
I began to hit the side of my head, making sure to hit with enough strength. I felt blood pour from my head, but I didn’t stop there. I had to continue! I had to stop these thoughts! I couldn’t stand these dreadful thoughts!
I fell to the floor; I felt the blood-stained wood beneath me. I didn’t stop; I continued to band my head against the floor. I felt splinters penetrate my skin. A raging headache began to form, but I didn’t stop. I continued until I felt the wooden floor beneath give way to the hard, cold concrete. I needed these thoughts to go...so I gave it my all and slammed my head against the floor for the last time...
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