Status: New Story

The Diaries of a Psychopath

Belinda

Take it away. They scare me. I don't want to see them anymore. Please make it stop. Make it stop. I don't like their faces. Covered in paint. It's horrifying.

Tell them to stop. They're dancing in front of me and I don't want them to. They're scratching me. Why did he do this to me? Why? Why? What did I do to make him do this to me??

I was a good girl. I played nice. All I did was break his wrist and claw at his face. He wouldn't leave me alone. He made me do it. He brought me to this.


Clowns stop dancing in front of her and move in a circle around her. She cowers in fear, hoping they'll leave her alone. They laugh and continue the circle, getting closer and closer to her

STOP!!! I can't take it anymore. Get me out of here. They scare me so bad. I promise I won't hurt anyone anymore. I promise. Please make them leave me alone. I didn't mean to kill that girl. I didn't mean to. It just happened.

I'll be good. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.


Clowns come forward and she scoots back. The doctor comes in, injects her with another shot, and then leaves. The clowns don't leave. They don't stop. And they never will.