Driven Mad

Driven Mad
By: James Dubeau

Glitchy
Agitating
Flashing computer screen
Will make me certifiable
Unless…

House

I’m burnt out. I’m sick of this shit. One more week and I’m going to kill myself. Anything would be better than going there week after week. Anything at all.

I don’t know what’s worse; going there week after week or keeping it from everybody. It’s just way to much fucking work to come up with a story and making sure that it sticks. I can only say that I’m staying late at work so many times before people get suspicious.

I swear to god, if I have to go to that god forsaken house one more time I’m going to kill someone. You hear that mother? Next week it’s either you or me.

The Light Switch Broke

My eyes were heavy with sleep as I stumbled through another day at work. My body was on autopilot, I no longer had any control over my actions. They days ran into weeks as my lack of sleep was mounting.

What caused this fall to a zombified state? I’m glad you asked. It’s kind of a funny story really. At least it would be if you were not me.

One night, only god knows how long ago, I reached for my light switch to turn off my lights for the evening, but nothing happened. I flipped the switch on and off, on and off; but the lights just wouldn’t go out.

I tried everything to get those lights to turn off, but nothing worked. It was like a divine curse, causing me to pay for all my sins, and all the sins of my past lives.

I pray to god that some day the lights in my house will go out. But until I am wrapped in the loving hands of darkness I am cursed to suffer in that ever illuminated hell.