Maristela Freesia's 100 Theme Challenge, Theme 9: Insanity. Read then review. Enjoy!
Am I insane? Yeah. You could say that. I didn't realize it was happening; it just did. It didn't happen all at once, pouncing like a tiger. Rather it came slowly, inching closer day by day. I didn't pay it any attention from far off; I didn't hardly even consider that it would all catch up with me until it was already on me.
Actually, I've been called a lot of things. Anything from abnormal to downright murderous. Both are correct. At the beginning of the end, I just wanted to leave. Get out alive. I didn't realize it came with such a high price. And unfortunately I could not pay that price. I never actually wanted to kill; it just happened that way. And then I went from a bit abnormal to frightening. Then I moved on to fearsome, threatening, dangerous. Aggressive.
I never really considered myself a threat. At least not to others. But then everyone around me started dying. I stepped away and watched it all happening; then I realized that I was the killer. That was the first warning of the insanity. I could have avoided it. Probably. But I didn't watch it, didn't keep track of it; I let it happen. And when I finally realized it... it was too late. Figures.
Finally it came down to me and him. He was dying; I had inflicted his wounds. But I was dying too. I think we were both slipping slowly into the deep pit of insanity. I just threw my axe at him. I missed and it fell into a deep abyss. So I figured that I could outlive him. Insane, I know. But then it happened. It might have been a trick of my eyes; after all, I might have already been insane. I have no idea. But the axe flung itself back at me, as it it wanted to end my misery of the insanity. Too bad that didn't happen.
I died in the 50th Hunger Games. My own axe killed me; I didn't kill myself. Maybe I should have, long before it came. But it did. And yes: I am insane.