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Slett

These soft yet so petrifying voices in my head, my schizophrenia is hurting my feelings and making me bleed in my head, its name is Slett, it tells me through my own soul, a demon has scattered my uncontrolled skull, I seem to have gone too far, I woke up one night with a body laying next to my lamp which Slett has named Char, “Did I murder someone?” I say frantically, blood all over the place the man must of had like hemophilia I can see, it was a catastrophe. I look for the weapon my enemy in my head had done the job with, It did seem that the only weapon I had used was my uncontrolled intellectual mind. I called the cops they walked in my room, Slett acted up I picked up the broom and then the cop told me to drop it real loud, I snapped it in half and he shot off a round, I blinked and looked down at my chest, the demon had got me killed and Slett moved on to the next… Soul to demonize their existence and demolish their self control. It was a common side effect was death and it had taken its toll on me, I woke up with Slett sitting next to me, thanking me for dying and giving him a point, and nice word of encouragement for trying… To beat him at his little game. I was the tenth he had killed and we were in a circle, discussing what he had done to us, people being remorseful, apparently this one lady named Diane. Raped a little boy with no sympathy and killed him with a stainless steel pan. This ruthless act had me glad, Slett had gone easy on me, I was killed by an officers tactical sleight of hand.