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A serenade of thoughts are rushing through my mind. I did not mean to do what I did, it was him, Charlie, he did it, not me. Why is everyone blaming me? I did not kill her! I refuse to be blamed for something which I have not done. Some people are calling me a mad boy although that can not be true. I'm not mad nor crazy.
Mummy said I am a sick child. I'm not. No, I am a good boy. I love my mummy and my daddy although for some reason mummy isn't moving anymore... Daddy hit me today, he said I was a killer. I'm not a killer. Charlie told me that if I put a pillow over Mummy's face while she is sleeping, she will become a pretty angel. I've always wanted to see an angel, though I can't see Mummy now, for she has been taken away... Why has Mummy been taken away?
Sam was a eight year old boy who lived in South Dakota.
Why is there red stuff coming out of Daddy's head?
A few days ago he killed his mother, Chloe.
Don't hurt me... Please! My neck!
Two days after that he killed his father, Joe.
Charlie! Listen to me!
Yesterday, two in the afternoon, Sam Smith committed suicide by hanging himself.
Stop it!
Doctors on the case say he suffered from a mental disability..
CHARLIE
A split personality. Charlie.
- by Placid View |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 10/26/2008 |
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- Title: Charlie
- Artist: Placid View
- Description: What happens when the insane are afraid of the truth?
- Date: 10/26/2008
- Tags: phobia
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