I didn't bother to look behind me as I ran away from the havoc I had caused. I knew what i was going to see- my house ablaze, pieces of my photo album fluttering among the ashes and debris of our old couch. A butterfly of flames followed behind me, my £200 tailor coat alight with threatening colours of red and yellow, burning the dull grey lined material. A a small smile touched my lips, and it broke out into a wide one. I have don't it. Got rid of them. I grinned, a line of tears cascading form my burnt face. now no one will ever have to suffer the agonising, excruciating pain that i have. My task had been completed. I will be fee. No more voices... no more screaming... no more evil whispering... no more desperate-
