Elation

why you make me feel elated.

       I cannot even begin to comprehend the things i've done. The people i've slaughtered. The men i've tortured. The women i've tormented. It all seems like a dream when looked back upon, but there is no denying that is has all been real.  The blood stained walls. The rotting flesh that lines the cracks of my wooden floor. It's always there. Staring back at me, laughing, mocking. There is too much pride in this home. I love what i do.  But who doesn't have at least one deadly sin their not fond of?

Pride.

Sloth.

Greed.

Gluttony.

Wrath.

Envy.

Lust.

         I'd be surprised if you yourself are not fond of all seven. Pathetic human beings we all are.  Do you not think so?

 

   You don't think so?

 

Hmmmm. No reasons? No ideas to enforce your opinion? Probably not, i wouldn't expect someone like you to understand. Nobody understands. Not the things i've done. The things i've seen. Now don't get me wrong i'm not trying to brag or anything, but when you think about it there seems to be something wrong with me. Don't tell anyone but........I might be crazy. That's what the bleeding cheerleader said to me yesterday. She said i was crazy. I don't think i'm crazy. No. Do you?

 

             You do?

 

..............Really?......WELL F**K YOU I DON'T NEED YOUR OPINION!!! YOUR JUST LIKE THEM!!! YOU'RE ALL THE SAME!!! EVERY LAST ONE OF YA!!! PATEHTIC!!!!   

 

Oh, but don't worry. Your death will become my new main source of Elation.

Feel honored dear.

 

 

Author's Note

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[Jason Knight]

Does the series go like this too?