Insanity Can't Be Understood

Becoming A Ghost

While walking around my high school, my grin never wiped away. The bullies came towards me, but I still grinned. They laughed at my smirk, and I said, "What? Do you want one too?" They just laughed more, I grinned more, and I punched them down. While punching, grinning, and me laughing, they were dead instantly. I overkilled as I whispered to myself, "Madness doesn't sleep anymore." Then I laughed. I got home that day, having a demented feeling. I finally walked to the kitchen, getting hungry. I opened the fridge, and just stood there. The cold made me laugh, and I loved it. I just stood there for a while. I grabbed nothing, and walked back into the living room, not hungry anymore. I have no idea what fed my hunger. I was still grinning, and couldn't stop. My insanity had a crazy idea that it thought would be fun. Feeling pain. I was so used to the pain felt everywhere, not having it made me feel weird. It made me walk into my bedroom, grab my pocket knife, and cut my hand. I didn't scream... I laughed at the pain, as if it were making a face. I stabbed, and in the chest, screaming, laughing, and crying all at the same time. It was fun as I think back to it now. In less than a second, I was in heaven. In less than a minute, I knew I didn't wanna be up here. I left, becoming a ghost as I safely came down to earth. Here I am again, grinning.