"Murray Glastonburg: Inside the Mind of a Psycho" (Voice) During early afternoons, my neighborhood was a ghost town since everyone was either at
school or at work, but I couldn't care through my rage. By the time I arrived at my house, which
was only thirty minutes from Harwood, the rage turned into hate, but not just "Oh, I hate you
for what you've done!" hate. Forgiveness can still seep into that and dismantle it. My head
was full of hateful thinking, planning. Jake is evil. I thought. The whole damn school is evil.
They can't do that to me-tease me, ignore me. I will make them to see me. By any means of
force necessary. I must eliminate the evil. Slice. Slice. Slice. Slice. They continued chanting in my head as I walked down the hall, my
palm still dripping red but painless. Then the word pounded louder and harder with each
step I took down the never-ending hallway. When I reached my door, Alexandra's face
flashed before my eyes and my body calmed for barely a moment. Then the walls
appeared to bend over me, beating to the rhythm of the chant. No longer able to bear the
voices, I released a scream that chilled my spine and brought me to my knees. "STOP!" I yelled, dropping the knife and ramming my hands against my ears. Suddenly, I
something cracked inside me, and the voices vanished. Then, I heard a man's deep, eerie
voice. "Hey, Murray, let's go do what you really want to do." I whipped around but no one else was
behind me. Then, I looked at my left hand and felt the cold, wetness of blood on my face,
causing me to shiver. "That's you, Murray." Once again, I spun around to see the stranger speaking to me. The low
voice continued. "You can't see me. Because Iamyou." "How can you be me?" I yelled fiercely. "Who are you? Get out here!" No answer came. My
rage increased with every second that passed in silence. I shouted, "SHOW ME WHO
YOU ARE!!!" "That is you," the man replied apathetically. "I am not here to play games, you bastard. Now, who are you?" "This is you. This is your future. This is what I am, and what you are becoming." The man
spoke gravely now. All of a sudden, ringing filled my ears and my brain and within seconds,
my hate dissolved into oblivion. Along with all other feelings. "You're brilliant, but not at what you think you should be. You never fit in with your peers,
because you never were supposed to. You are not alone. You need no subjects and can
destroy anyone you choose. You are only superior, absolute to all, except me. I am your
hate and your indifference. Today's events have allowed me to wholly consume you." At first, I thought I couldn't understand, but strangely, I did. I felt no concern for anyone. Not
even myself. "Leave." the voice instructed. "There is nothing for you here." Unconsciously, I walked out of
the house, never looking or thinking to look back.Continue: Part 1: "Murray Glastonburg...the...Psycho" Part 2: First Part 3: Another *Note: I am not sure whether or not I should make Part 2a the second chapter and Part 2b the third chapter now, due to
the material I composed recently. A decision will be made upon by a consensus of comments by the story's readers.
No copying allowed. All places and characters in this story are purely fictional. Any relation to them is purely coincidental. Isn't this a purely annoying statement?