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 Evil Exists in Us All



By, Azure Kite (Triedge Vivvlian)

Let me start this off by saying that evil does exist in us all. It lies with in the depths of our subconscious. It sleeps silently until something wakes it, a tremor upon the conscious gate that keeps it locked away.



It all started with my friend Daniel. He was a nice kid, short, dirty blonde hair and a sense of humor that can get a room of angry politics to die of laughter. We lived together in a small neighborhood since we were small kids. We grew up together, me being the quiet weird kid and him being the out going, charming one. He always managed to get the girls while I sat quietly by myself. I was never really comfortable around girls....well people in general. Things seemed pretty normal up until we both turned 16. Daniel slowly became quiet, more reserved than normal. He never wanted to go out into populated areas, like malls or movie theaters. He was turning into me. Daniel used to be the one who dragged me to all these social outings, forcing me to interact with the human race. Now it was the other way around.



One night he invited me over to his house to hang out, chill, play video games. You know regular teenage stuff. When I got to Daniels house and he opened the door to let me in he looked beaten. Tired. His eyes had purple bags underneath of them like he hadn't slept in days. His skin was pale, almost snow white. He talked whispered hello quietly and shuffled down to his room. Something was seriously wrong. I followed Daniel to his room in the back of his house, and found it surprisingly empty. Not even his big, black lab was running around. I opened the door to Daniels room and found it very dark. All the blinds were drew shut, and the lights were cut out. In fact, there wasn't even light bulbs screwed in.



“Daniel.” I murmured, walking towards him as he sat down on his bed, the blankets strewn out on the floor. “Are you ok? You look sick.”



“I just want sleep.” Daniel whispered. “They won't be quiet.”



“Who won't be quiet?” I asked, slightly confused. The house was completely empty. Not a single noise was being made save the creeks and groans of the old place.



“Them.” He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. “They told me to do it.”



<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">“Do what?” I asked, standing completely still.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">“I just wanted sleep Christian. I just wanted sleep.” Daniel whispered, a little louder. The sound of sobs choked on the back of his throat. Slowly he raised a finger and pointed to the closet, that was next to his bed. The door was open....no...broken down off of it's hinges barely held in place.

“I just wanted to sleep.” Daniel kept repeating slowly, starting to rock slowly back and forth. I crept to the closet and slowly looked inside. The smell hit me first. It was wretched. It was like someone left a bloated corpse in the middle of a desert. I looked down, and the first thing I noticed was the blood. It soaked into the carpet and looked dark red if not black. I almost yelped aloud and stepped back. I didn't need to see what was in there.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">“What did you do?”I asked, turning to Daniel.

“I killed them.” He murmured very quietly, a few tears dropping from his eyes. “I killed my family.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">There was a click, and Daniel brought a shiny revolver to his head. It was his fathers, who took us out shooting a few times with it. “I just want sleep.” Daniel said one final time, and fired the gun. Blood splattered onto the dark walls and Daniel fell slump onto the bed.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">I screamed in surprise, and fell back into the blood that soaked the carpet behind me. That's when I heard it. The whispers creeping in the back of my head. They spoke of things that are far too evil to tell you. Things, things I could never commit. They wouldn't let me sleep. I would toss and turn for months. My parents didn't believe me, they thought it was just stress or grief do to watching my friend blow his head off. The whispers went on for so long, I didn't sleep for almost half a year. Finally, I couldn't take it. I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Who are you!? What do you want!? Why won't you let me sleep!?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">To my surprise the whispers answered me. “We are you.” Was all they said, then continued to murmur those awful things to me. I got it then. It just clicked. These voices have always lived inside of me. Quiet till the day I watched my friend take his own life.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">I tell you this story because these voices exists in us all. They live in the very back of are minds. The very dark corners of our subconscious. They sleep. They hibernate. They are the evil that lives in us all. I tell you this story as a warning. If you hear the voices, do not commit the sins they whisper so silently in your mind. No matter how badly you want to sleep do not listen to them. You won't sleep. They will just keep whispering.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">As for me....If your reading this I probably no longer walk the earth. I have drawn a warm bath, and have a few bottles of pain killers with me. On my belt is my knife. I want to sleep, but these voices won't let me have it. So I will obtain it myself.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;">Goodbye readers.

Remember, don't listen to those silent whispers. No matter how tired you get.