#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. I searched around, to see if i had killed anyone? I always had that psycho in me. There was an evil mind, the "devil" , as i used to call! Had it taken over me finally? Had i avenged for the days I was treated bad? Had i killed my own people? Why am I feeling right, Even though it seems wrong? Why?, after all these years of patient waiting? Was it too much to take? How did i let myself to kill someone? Or so I was wondering, while i was lost in thoughts of the days when they all hurt me, when they all ill treated me as if i was born for being treated so badly. But i was quite astonished! I never could have killed someone, or so i told myself, when the devil was shouting from within, "I Can, you Can"!! I was scared, even though I was happy, that i was freed from being afraid every second, of them, of the pain i had to endure! I was looking for...