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It was as if something had cleared my vision and I could clearly see what I had become. This monster wouldn't stop until he had his fill, and enough wasn't enough. I sat on the forest floor and pulled out the pocket knife I was carrying. I slathered the blood into the forest's soil without thinking twice as I gilded the knife's sharp edge deep into my wrist. "What are you doing?" Even though the voice seemed unreal, I knew who it belonged to and what it had forced me to do. In an attempt to drown out his voice, I put my hands over my ears, but it kept repeating in my mind.

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Cricket “Don’t even think about it, asshole!” I yelled at the motorist attempting to merge into our lane. My Uber driver flinched and covered his right ear. “Don’t take your hand off the wheel, you’re gonna let him in! Don’t let him in!”

I ask them “Buy her a new one” they say in unison. “Wrong!” I say “anyone know why?” “It’s controlling?” asks Alex “It is, it takes away her autonomy, it makes her feel like she cant be trusted to make her own decisions and that you don’t think she can't look after herself. You offer to buy her a new car and if she says no, you surprise her by getting her crappy one repaired. That’s sweet, romantic and respectful” I swear to god if they had paper they would be taking notes.

He was injected with a poisonous substance. This substance began shutting down his immune system. Ken cried out trying to explain his plight to the nurse in charge of him but the naïve nurse grew fed up and injected him the second time with a sleeping syrup. Ken moaned his way to unconscious-Ville and by the time he woke up, his body had partially seized to obey him, he felt his heart skipping and his brain kept on recalling events he had long last forgotten and those which never took place, at that moment ken knew he was inch away from the grave. His strength had failed him and he began doing most of his helpless victim work, calling on God for a miracle even though he had no belief or idea

They must have understood that I was being suspicious as I didn't make any noise from the other side nor did I make any move to let him in. "Hey uhm I am sorry to disturb you, but my car is not working. Can you please help me? My phone... it's dead. I promise I won't take too long. I just need to make a call, that's it. It will be quick I promise, and I swear I am not a serial killer or any threat. I just need a little bit of help"

He didn't say a word any longer and he started the car. The car ride was filled with uncomfortable silence but after some minutes he broke the silence. "I'm sorry" he said "Excuse me?" "I said I'm sorry" he repeated himself. Then I felt sad for shouting at him like that, it wasn't fully his fault but my Aunt's. "No I'm... I'm sorry" I replied quickly "I... I just wanted to find someone to put the blame on" I continued He looked at me, probably to confirm if I meant what I said.

I asked him why it was important to do this and he replied, “Rigamortis, the animal will start twitching and kicking as death settles in. Don’t want to get kicked by such a large animal now do we,” He said winking as a smile spread across his face. Nodding I tried my best to concentrate on what he was showing me but his hands on my own were driving me nuts, my animal instinct wanted to be with him and I didn’t quite understand why it all of a sudden felt so surreal. Swallowing hard I pulled my hands away from his as I quickly got up and moved away from him, starting to rub harshly at the skin on my arms I tried desperately to calm what I was feeling.