Nov 7, 2014
thredsxn
"I'm not crazy, doctor. I'm not."
He refused to believe it. There was nothing wrong with him. He was fine. He was absolutely fine. He hadn't murdered those people, simply sent them to sleep for a nap. He hadn't tried to shoot himself in the head when the police had caught him, he'd simply been polishing his father's shotgun. He'd free'd the children he'd been keeping hostage. He wasn't a bad person, he was a good person! This was all a mistake. This wasn't supposed to be happening. It was all those mean, nasty freaks fault!! "....I'm a good clown."