The Thing

    It's weird isn't it? How you can wear a mask, and fool the world, without even realising. And when you get home, the mask comes off and you go mad, but still, you don't realise. But then, in the end, the real you can't take it any longer. It can't bare to hide away, it wants to come out. Now. Not later, when you're on your own, but now. Right now.
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    I was just twelve years old when it started. I always got into arguments with my parents. I ran upstairs, wailing until my throat was sore and dry. I slammed the bathroom door shut, locking the door with the rusty key. I felt an anger growing inside of me. I looked down at my pale hands, they were shaking. Everything went dark, I couldn't see. My breath came short and shallow. My head was filled with nothing. It was completely empty, and yet so full it would burst. I began to murmur, quiet at first, but then it grew louder and louder,
    "Stop it please, stop!" I sobbed, bringing my hands up to my tear stained face.2

    "Stupid parents! Stupid life. Stupid you!" The thing yelled. The voices in my head grew louder. Suddenly I couldn't bare it any longer,
    "STOP IT!" I yelled.
    And then, it stopped.
    The thing carried on haunting me all the time. It came out when I was angry, or afraid, or when it was dark. I was always so afraid of everything in the dark. It crept into my head, using my voice to mock me in any way possible.
    Of course, it only came when I was alone, or at least, it never came out. But the voices were in my head, cursing evrything, cursing everyone. Then one day, it escaped. I had tried to hide it, but it burst out of me, yelling at evryone: My parents, my teachers, and my friends.
    And then I saw the truth that had hidden in me for so long...
    The thing, was me.3