Confessions of an Unconcious Murderer

So apparently I have a sleepwalking problem..
That's not such a horrible thing right?? But there's a problem when you wake up one morning to find your cute girly pajamas soaked in someone else's blood....


6. Demanding answers

"look just stop lying to us! this is bullshit! we know it was you! we have fucking evidence! why are you still lying!" grant screamed. i waited for him to calm down a bit before i amswered. "i cant help it, when i kill somebody...i cant control myself at all. i dont even know im doing it. im crazy...i sleep walk..." i explained softly. "this isnt a fucking movie! Madison! cut the shit right now!  i know you killed your sister i know you killed Andrew, michelle and mother fucking nancy! stop denying it!" grant pounded his fists upon the table like a mad man. it was starting to get me pissed. i got up in his face and spat at him "fuck you grant! i told you a millon times i did kill them! im telling you i cant mother fucking control it!" 

grant slapped me across the face. i lost control, just like he wanted me to. he found my weakness, he found my rage. i got out of my seat to attack him but renalds held me back and cuffed me tight. i struggled and i tried to fight back but he was to much of a fat ass to be effected. he pushed me back into my chair and stood back. i was breathing heavily but slowly gained control of my self again. i leaned back into my chair and waited for him to continue is ranting. he just looked back at me. "well are you just gonna sit there or are you going to ask me more questions about stuff you already know the answer too." I asked crossing my arms. he chuckled a bit. "You probably think i know everything don't you?" he asked with a laugh in his voice. I just sat there and didnt reply. he went on. "Well if you do then you're right. I know everything about you. I know about your inner anger issues, i know about your crummy life, I even know about the little crush you've got on me." He was smiling deviously now. I dropped my jaw a little bit. How did he know? My cover was blown. he beat me at my own game. My confidence and my dignity crumbled to the floor. He just sat there smiling like an idiot. 

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