Madness
Chapter 7's

It's just a work of fiction. Names, characters, stories/events are mere fictional elements, created by "me" as the author of the story.

The warning! This story is made only as a means of entertainment, not to be practiced or imitated by some elements in it.

Noted: For many reasons I changed the entire story from one published earlier. Thank ye.

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...Once Upon A Time...

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One day he was in his head. A question phrase circulated in front of the lifeless fabric.

"Is death painful?" Then I saw a smile on his face. He shook his head and muttered some words I was unable to hear. Before he finally answered, "Why don't you try."

His smile rubbed off on me. "You're right" I said. "So, let's try it...."

Took my c*tter out of my closet drawer and went back to where I was. We are dealing with c*tter each one is within our grasp. He smiled at me, and so did I, and then when he rubbed his cutter between his neck veins. I followed him too. And it feels .. so much fun.

Blood seeped between the deepening incision wounds, flowing down like raindrops.  Only, with more beautiful colors. Red and warm.

"Na, yeah, what do you think?" He asked in a hoarse voice that was like choking. Amongst the agonizing pain, I raised my face to look back at him without answering the question he asked.

I saw the look of pain on that pale face.

Pressing the tip of the knife deepened, until the sharp felt just cut something. His eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened wide before he finally smiled at me.

I repay.

Then we both fell. Rainwater gushed profusely, creating a puddle.

My vision is blurry.

"So .. like this."

My shadow in the mirror looked at me with a glare.

*At least, there will be no more painful things after this. Yeah, possibly.

If God would be kind enough to forgive this fatal mistake*.

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This face is what keeps me away.

They say I'm flawed, ugly, ugly. Which I then realized they were right.

I'm Defective!

I'm ugly!

I'm such a bad person!

My mom even stayed away from me knowing I was different. My father, my brother, and all my brothers, they always looked away from me. They're disgusted! Hate it! Don't wanna see me.

I'm disabled!

I'm ugly!

I'm such a bad person!

I stared at the reflection of my face in the glass. Two eyes, a tall slender nose, thin red lips, and a soft little face.

Make scraping!

What monster am I?

How frightening. It's just worth them to stay away. I deserve to be hated. Shunned. Being hunted!

My sister Cyclopsy and the rest of my family had one eye in the middle of the forehead, a large round nose with a wide mouth. They were three times as big and tall as me, but they never hurt me. They always try to take care of me. As good as possible by not letting me out of the house at all.

Yeah, even though recently, when I sneaked out to anyone's knowledge, there was a fact I knew.

I'm not a part of them.

Painful indeed.

And, returning home at that time felt scary. It was as if I had volunteered to serve as a dish.

Yet...

I'm still a member of the family, they won't eat me.

Yeah, I hope they're not looking after me to devour me.

...August, 30 21...

Ica Kaula