• They say old habits die hard, I say they hardly stick. All I’ve ever wanted to be was addicted to something, all my life I’ve had no attention span what so ever when it comes to anything. I had a dog for a week once, then I got rid of it, blew it up to be exact, I must have been around the age of eight and not have known of any other ways to destroy such a thing. The explosion was beautiful after all. Another time would had to have been when I found a friend in grade eight, his name was Riley, he was different than the other kids and I showed him respect for that, but once again I got bored. I had to get rid of him. It was much more than an explosion this time, in fact I removed his arms, and legs, and then I decided to give a new meaning to walking on your hands. I sowed his arms onto the joints where his legs once were, and you guessed it! His legs where his arms were supposed to be. My name is Chris, and I guess I do have an addiction; destruction. I simply get rid of my toys, so no one can reuse then. I’m a selfish monster, I must be. Now, where was I? Oh that’s right, in the asylum, in this padded room where every wall looks the same, even the door is invisible in this room. Sometimes I’d wonder why I’m in here then the memories of my family screaming in their beds hit me, and it’d bring a smile to my face every time.


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