It returns..

Is had been a long time since the darkness had overcome his personality, but he could feel it coming on. The snide remarks by backstabbing co-workers and callous emails to managers reporting "inappropriate" behaviour had pushed him over the edge.

The behaviour was anything but different. He said the word "fuck" at his desk. And since he, and all the managers, got the email singling him out, he had heard at least 8 other people say the same word a number of times within 20 minutes.

But he knew what was happening now - the darkness of the mania had started to creep in. Whispering in his ear to silence the backstabber forever with an ironic killing. Stab him in the back - literally. Pummel his back with knife strikes until the dirty, horrid personality has left this world.

But no, that would be too poetic. Too easy to read into. Too soon after the email was sent. Too obviously revenge.

So other thoughts went through his mind. A house robbery gone wrong? A mugging gone awry? All these things happen day to day and no-one bats an eyelid.

Maybe a large amount of lime could get rid of the body, but how long could that take?

Work is calling, but he doesn't want to answer. The anger is too intense. Too focussed and is begging to be unleashed upon something.. Someone.

The darkness is warm, like a blanket of nettles.

How can something that is so comforting be so painful to endure...?



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