Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24815423-20140418143137

Here it is:

'Compelled'

Have you ever felt compelled to do something? Well, I know I have, and it somehow sneaks into the most strangest of situations - be it when you are in mortal peril, or merely at home, relaxing.

David Monq, 22, was much like you. He had a simple routine, albeit repetitive; he could cope with doing the same thing over and over again, which is why he chose his job. However, that is not important.

However, sometimes, he felt cold shifts during his work.

When people began to annoy him, something seemed to strike his brain; 'What if...they weren't alive?' These thoughts were nothing to be concerned of...right? They were just thoughts, after all.

Eventually, the thoughts began to branch out, getting more and more terrifiying as they went along.

'I have a knife next to me. I wonder how I could use it to murder Sasha...?' He thought unconsciously, as if a force was pushing him towards the thoughts. It seemed like two parts of his brain were contradicting each other - extremely similiar to the 'angel and devil' cliche.

He began remembering serious, grim quotes - 'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.'

'What could this mean?' David thought, his mind processing everything rapidly.

He was on edge now.

David could barely go back to work without thinking of warm, red, blood...and the oh so gorgeous guts and gore...not to mention the numerous lists of how to murder...

'ARGH!' David shouted mentally, roaring in frustration. 'STOP THINKING LIKE THAT!'

He began to break; the pressure was overtaking him. He noticed things to do with murder...knives...guns...necks to break...

It got too much for poor David. He was too...compelled...to do anything about it.

It drove him too far.

But, what is it? I don't know.

After all, I've never looked at myself in a mirror.



 