the secret life of an antisocial freak (introduction)
Waking up in the midst of night , i realize that there was no sound.
no cars, no loud horny neighbors, no heartbeat....
which is strange. i mean the heartbeat part not the horny neighbors.
sweat beaded my forehead as i made my way across my
mirror-walled room. out of pure curiosity i skimmed the
surface of one mirror to find my self not staring back at me, but
staring at gore-filled thoughts and memories that dont belong
to me. my name is alice cahors and im insane.