Someone Else

Do you have any idea what it is like to be inches away from your demise? I don't suppose you've ever felt as afraid of something as you are right now. And don't even act like you aren't afraid... I can feel your pulse rising, with my arm around your throat.

Right now, I'm whispering in your ear, with a knife pressed tightly up against your flesh. You haven't the slightest clue if I'll do it or not, but I've made up my own mind, and I just might. Don't tempt me with your words, don't even open your fucking mouth to speak. I couldn't give two shits less what you have to say.

Today, I had the mentality of a beast. This sheet rock mural I'd been working on for nearly a year was shattered in my episode, and I raged on the solid metal door until my fucking fists bled. You have no idea what goes through my mind when I become this beast. I cannot control myself. Why would I need to do so? The beast does not allow it. I become... Someone else. Someone with a passion for rage, and someone with a love for hate. Yet, the tears were still present. I was vaguely aware of them as they fell from my eyes.

So yes... I want to end your life. Call this what you may, call me childish, call me whatever your heart desires. Though, take note that anything you might say will consequently end your life, even if you don't say a word. You are going to die.