he ran to his room and locked the door, the voices were getting louder, they were all telling him one message, kill, kill, kill, KILL KILL KILL KILL!! he had flashing images in his mind, images of deamons, blood, his family, alll dead, hands quivering with a blade in one, a rope on others, he tried ignoring it, it just git worse as the days went on. he, started waking up with his arms covered in cuts, ozing blood.he knew it was only going to get worse, h thought to him self "wrong, broken, die die DIE" he stopped going to school, read pt 3 for the rest