Driven to Sanity's Opposite
Prologue
I remember the last sane thing that went through my head, that I saw, that I said. Before him, before any of this had ever happened to me...
I sat up in alarm, I had fallen asleep. Drool had covered the left side of my face and drenched my failed artwork. I put some of my silk black hair behind my ear and adjusted my shirt. I blinked, clearing my vision and trying to see where I was. The room was practically empty, all that was there was a crate of nails. The desk and another crate of nails I was sitting on and a hallway. I was still in the house, Johnny's house to be exact. It was so unfortunate for me. Insane, only able to think about the strangest things. Like killing, sporks, and why that bug kept coming back. Thinking like Johnny, exactly like him. It was kind of scary to me, I didn't want to think like a crazed lunatic murderer. Sometimes it would be a good thing, but all the time made it a bad thing.
I got up to study the newest blood smears, probably left from Johnny's latest victim. I chuckled at the hand prints that slid halfway across the floor before just becoming a puddle. It was amsuing in a sort that I could imagine such torture, watching some cheerleader screaming and being dragged. Suddenly stabbed in the main artery, oh the joys. I stopped for a moment, every minute I had stayed in the house I began going insane. Now I was amused by death, before hand the thought creeped me out. I wandered over to the basement stairs and looked down.
" Hey Johnny!" I yelled, awaiting a reply. I saw a scary pale face look at me, I jumped back screaming in surprise. Johnny came up, looking at my paled face and my wide and terrified eyes.
" You are the strangest person yet." Johnny stated and drifted in the main room where I had fallen asleep. I followed and looked at him.
" Well its scary to see this maniacal, pale face evilly look up at you when you least expect it!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up in the air. Johnny looked at me, a bit confused.
" What the hell is fear like anyways?" Johnny asked. Obviously nothing scared him, or that he was just oblivious to the thought of fear.
" Its like... It's what surprises you in a bad way. Like, when they take away the Cherry Doom Brainfreezy. But it endagers your life. Fear is what triggers adrenaline, your instict is usually to freak out." I replied, I wasn't even sure if that was a good answer. Johnny nodded and thought about it, he shrugged and went out the door saying,
" I'll be back in a little while." I instantly thought that I had triggered the Cherry Doom Brainfreezy massacre again. I always triggered some way to make Johnny kill. I thought about how this had all started.
Dez: Okay, that was the prologue to the beginning of this story. I've been juggling between all of my stories and this one kinda popped up. Please Review, I'd like to see how many people's attentions are caught by this story.