Content with Dementia: Prologue

This is kind of an intro to a story I'll probably never finish. I just had a few words running around my head that I wanted to get out there. On another note, I like stories about insanity.

"This skin is such a burden--such a nuisance.  Maybe if I just...get rid of it..."  A teenage boy fiddles playfully with a knife, twirling it against his skin, watching the little trickles of blood.  A menacing smile held on his face.  He can feel every slice against him, and he loves it.   

Suddenly, his thoughts are vocalized.  "Oh, oh, how I desire to be free!  Free of this cage!  Of this body!  Of this life!  Oh, how I desire to be free!"  With each word his arm swings, and he slashes away at his flesh.  Blood paints the room.  His laughter is cut short as he passes out.

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