I'm going crazy.
There's no doubt now.
I'm losing it...
I'm losing myself and I can't do anything.
He's watching me.
I can feel his eyes.
St̵̐a̶r̶ȋ̷̧ng.
He won't leave.
I've tried screaming...
It doesn't help
It just leaves my throat burning and my voice raw.
He's trapped me in a box.
An unbreakable glass cage was left for his pleasure.
He enj̷oys my suffering.
He watches me sometimes.
He watches me scream and beg for release.
He watches as I shatter over and over and over again.
And he smiles :)
He s̷͖̖̈̃m̴̐̔í̶̈́le̶̪̬̽s̸...
He's watched me bleed.
I forever sit here...
In pools of my evergrowing blood.
I know it isn't real.
But I can't help but believe I'm being tormented.
It AlL loOks tOo ReAl...
I can't decipher anything anymore.
Everything blurred together, my visions become cloudy.
Yet...I sit here.
Not moving...
Not breathing...
Just...existing
W̶̢̾̉̉͌̍̍͋h̵̛̏͗̎̌̄̾͘ÿ̶̰̪́̑͌̋̕̕ ̷̈́̊̓͆d̶̐̄͂o̷̺͗̆ ̴̡͙̯̆̂͊̽̔̏̚͜͠I̷̝̻̹̹̮͑ ̷͇̯͙̱̈́̐ë̸̙̬́̂̌̎̈̌x̴̱͙̬̦̑̽́̈́̕ĩ̶̧̨͎̥̑͗s̵͒̊̍̏t̷̛̬͈́̏̔̏́̏͝?̴͖̔̈́͘
Is there a point to me being?
Is there any reason for me to continue living?
Why must I live through this hell?
I can't feel anything.
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The Person in the Mirror
Short StoryHello? H̵́̀e̴̘͑ĺ̸̀ĺ̷͛o̸̅͂ Who's there? Who are you? I̴͋͗'̷͝͠m̶̉́ ̷̣͆s̷̰͛i̷̊̇m̸͗̀p̷̐̒l̵͒̕y̸̰͘.̴͇͂.̷̈̏.̶̏̑ Y̸͔̔Ó̴̔U̷͂͗.̵̿̊.̶̑̕.̸̀̈ What...? No...where are you? I̴̽̐'̷̦̽m̸͗͝ ̸̱͋i̸̝͐n̴͐̌ ̸̰̎t̷̽̀ȟ̷̅ẻ̴͚ ̶͌̄m̴̔͘ì̸̀ŕ̶͙ŕ̴̡ỏ̵́ř̷̈ ̴̧̿s̶̘̿i̵̾͗l̸̈́͊l̶̘̕...
