My mind is louder than the world, just the way yours is

The human mind is the scariest thing of all.

I stand in front of a man who once had a family, friends, and people who trusted him. But more than anything—he had a soul. Now, he has nothing. He’s dead.

If someone saw this, they’d blame me. But I don’t. I blame the voices. The ones that whisper, day after day, until I can’t think straight. Until I lose control.

The thing is—I smiled while I killed him.

If that doesn’t make my mind the scariest thing of all, I don’t know what does.