Trapped

Cold Blood

This chapter is short and kinda just gives you a tiny peek into the character. So, check it out.
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Screams.

That's all he heard.

His mind blank and his breath heavy.

He stood still, feeling something cold run down his hand, the screams stopped.

In his hand, held a silver blade covered in blood, his eyes wide in shock of what he had done.

His mind completely over flown with questions.

What had he done?

He had broken.

He stood there watching the life slowly drain out of his victim that he knew all too well, lying on the kitchen floor. He watched in shock and amusement.

He had finally broken.

His mind so confused that he gave up asking.

He stumbled to the floor as his body began to shake. The blade falling into the pool of cold crimson blood, making it splatter across the room and paint the white walls in drops of red. He pressed his back to the wall, his eyes never blinking, as he watched the pool grow bigger and bigger. His voice seemed broken and his expression blank.

What had he done?

Silence had taken over the scene and his mind broke its final piece. Shattering into a thousand pieces, never to be put back together.

" *chuckle* "

A small dry chuckle escaped his throat. His mind going darker and his sanity growing smaller by the second.

His chuckle became louder, his body no longer shaking in fear, but in laughter. He hung his head low, his shoulders shaking as his small chuckles filled the room. He swung his head back and laughed insanely, his eyes wide and tears pouring down his face, a smile painfully stretched across from ear to ear as voices yelled in his head.

He stood up on shaky legs, the voices growing louder and his smile never fading.
He shakily picked up the knife, the cold crimson life dripping on the floor and smearing on his hand as he gripped the handle. As the voices grew, he began speaking out loud, responding to them. He began fighting with them. The yelling got heated and he swung out his anger, stabbing a wall with the bloody knife, making the wall crack. He began laughing again loudly with wide, insane eyes. Breaking and stabbing everything around him.

He broke.

He broke the one who loved him most.

He broke the one who cared.

He broke another person.

Now he broke his own sanity.

Laughter.

Laughter was all he could hear.

His mind completely blank.

His eyes held no sign of sanity.

His anger at the voices grew and he swung the knife around, hitting random things and breaking them more. Causing loud sounds to echo through the house.

His laughter grew to the point of him not hearing around him.

Arms grabbed him and started dragging.

He jumped in their grip and thrashed around, yelling, swinging and cussing.

His mind racing in questions, he yelled and screamed. His arms where suddenly unmovable. He panicked and he finally realized,

He was in a Straightjacket

These people were going to take him to a mental asylum.

He screamed, yelled, cried, and begged to get free.

"I'm not crazy!!!"

They ignored him and took him into a van and started driving off, He saw the neighbors looking at him like a freak. Looking at him in fear.

They're the ones who did this.

They will pay.

His mind was far too gone for him to ever go back.

Welcome to Insanity.