So tell me, why do you think your here...
T: t.t.t.he voices.....
Yes, the voices, tell me more about them.
T: They can tell me the future, how the world ends...
So you say they do, but are you sure its not your, imagination...
T: I'm positive! they damn voices tell me everything!
God, im so sick of this... Its been years T! and you still believe in the damn voices!
T: They are there, and if you talk bad about it oh ho oh! i swear it will take you!
Take me? Its an illusion in your ******** mind.. You are ill T..
T: I'm done.... the voices are getting angry, take me back to my cell...
So be it... take this note pad though, write down everything from the start...
T: Start from what?
When you start hearing the voices.......
-Back in the cell-
*T pulls out the note pad and starts writing*
Before i got taken over by the voices, i lived in the town of Chadds Fort. It was a small and quiet town for the most of it. Nothing ever happened. Actually i believe i was the first thing that ever made anything exciting.
When i was 5 my house was robbed and my mother was killed, which left me by myself. My dad was never there for us he was probably out there getting ******** by every moving creature. But i didn't care.
After she died i became homeless, i defended for my self. and thats when it started
-16 years ago, when T was 7-
T: i gotta go and find some food,
T: who said that?
why food, when you can consume...
T: Who is there!!!!
Consume the living! they don't have what you what...
-a couple walks by, around 20 years old-
KILL THEM! CONSUME THERE FLESH!
I couldn't control it, i didn't even know what happened. my hands became mouths and starting killing those poor people. the voice did it to me though..... Sense i've been here the voice has been under control. But lately it will re appear and talk to me again. And i can't stop it. So now im locked up here, in this asylum.
T: That's enough writing for now... i think i shall head to bed.
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