Oh yeah, I thought, as I got a    
good running start and really put my   
head into it, and oh fucking yeah,     
that felt a whole lot better than my   
fist.                                  
     The next one knocked me out.      
     When I woke up, there was blood   
everywhere, but I didn’t care, because 
that video had stopped. I was so happy,
I almost screamed, but then it started 
up again, and I just didn’t know what  
else to do. I fell to the floor, and   
just started crying.                   
     It’s not that I didn’t deserve it.
Fuck, I deserved way worse than this,  
like having every last fucking one of  
my fantasies done to me, instead of    
others.                                
     That was beginning to sound better
and better, as every time that video   
* started up, it also got a little darker  
and a little harder to make sense of   
what was going on. I even began to won-
der where the hell I was.              
     As the day turned into night, that
video started up one more time, and I  
could feel myself wanting to laugh.    
     That scared the holy, fucking,    
living shit out of me, because even    
through all that foggy Darkness, I     
could tell my mind was getting ready to
shift.                                 
     I was beginning to like it.       
     I had to stop this now, before I  
lost control again, but how? I tried to
think, but the only thing I could re-  
member was hitting myself. I knew that 
wasn’t gonna do it, because I’d proba- 
bly just end up killing myself, and    
that’s when the answer hit me.         



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