As I make my way back to the house, I can see the rain clouds rolling back in. I've always heard that when it rains that means God is crying. I don't see how he can be crying after receiving the most beautiful angel. The ground is still wet from the storm from yesterday but its still warm outside. I don't know why I'm talking about the weather, I guess to stop me from thinking about Deandra too much because I know I'll end up crying again. The voices aren't helping either, they keep mocking me by laughing. Entertained by my pain and suffering. I should've took the pillow that I stuffed my of my meds with but I wasn't thinking clearly. My only concern was getting Deandra out of that building safely. I did. But it didn't last long, it's my fault she's gone. "Failure" the voices said. They're right though. I did fail. I failed her, I failed myself, I failed my family, I failed at life period. I'm worthless. I don't know if I should event go back to my family, maybe they don't want to see me.
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Damaged
Mystery / ThrillerStuck in a insane asylum, Peter becomes even more deranged than he already is. He doesn't even know why he's there besides the fact that he hears voices in his head. To him that's not a problem, they aren't evil voices, so he says. All he wants to d...
