Christmas Day

Why did it have to happen like this?
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Did it stop? Why is this closet so cramped? Ah, it had to come with me on Christmas. I went to my parent's house, and I guess it came with me. It had to come with me. I wish I could just get rid of it. That would be so much easier. Things wouldn't go wrong that way.
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Oh no, it started again. It had to come back. It couldn't just go away.
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Is it gone again? It will be back soon. I already know it. The image of my mother's body, fallen to the ground in that horrid puddle of red. It made me gag at first, but the more I looked at it through the small slits in the closet door, the more it seduced me into thinking it as beautiful. It was like a lake full of thick, red algae.
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Oh well. What if it finds me. I guess it would be taken over by its influence. I clawed at my chest, trying to convince myself it would stop.
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It stopped again. I don't think I want it to keep going. I moved a little so that I would be able to see through the slits in the closet more clearly. Outside was our beautiful, decorated Christmas tree. It had all the red on it. But I couldn't find any gold, so it seemed a bit different than a normal tree.
Oh well, it was decorated with my family. My little brother, who was now slumped over with his intestines torn out, had decorated it. It was mostly him decorating it, though my mother and father had helped with the decorations too. Oh, the presents are still there. I should open them once everything is over I guess. I don't know what my parents had gotten me, but I had gotten them-
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Oh. It's back.
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OK. I think I'm just going to give in. It is beckoning to me. I can feel it. And I know that it will take over me eventually. But I don't want it to right now. I started clawing at my chest again. It has become a habit. It has been ever since I was very little. When it started tormenting me.
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I clawed at my chest. This time more deeply. Oh how I wish it would leave me alone. Stop pounding on me whenever happy things happen to me.
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Well. I guess it's time to leave. I'll get rid of it later. I have the pills that my parents gave me for it. It always makes it go away and calm me down. I opened the closet door. My right pant leg was all red. It was where my knife was resting. I should clean it later. I never cleaned a knife before. Guess this is a start. I wonder if I should look for something gold to decorate the tree with.
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This stupid thing. I started clawing at my chest again. I wish I could get rid of it. But back to decorating. I can deal with this later. I ran out of pills a few months ago because she wanted me to figure out how to deal with it without drugs.
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I started digging through my brother again. Still nothing gold. Only the red stuff. Oh well, guess I can get some more from my parents. I guess there really is nothing gold in them.
I started to cut open my parent's stomachs, and dragged their intestines out to hang around the tree...
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