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TW: Gore
Inside me there's something.
Something internal, always begging to be let out.
I tried to keep It inside for so long.
So long.
But eventually, I couldn't stop It anymore.
The first time I let It out; the first time I killed, I was fourteen.
It's honestly a miracle I wasn't caught for it. I did everything off instinct—which was pretty sloppy. I think there was a reason I didn't get caught though. I had found my purpose. And in what world would someone who was lucky enough to find their purpose at such a young age, be forced to never do it again?
My first kill was Katie Shellbotto. She was twelve, she was kind, and she was pretty. There was really no reason she should've died. But I had to kill her.
That day It had been particularly loud. I have had It with me my entire life, but It was never so intense before. Every time I interacted with someone, It told me to kill them. And every time I was alone, It said It would kill me.
If I hadn't killed her, Katie, It would've killed me. But I'm glad It told me that. It made me scared; it made me desperate. And when I finally had a moment alone with someone, it just happened to be Katie.