Torture: A Fictional Narrative

Some say there is no other joy than a child's sweet laugh.

I beg to differ.

With the paranormal, those innocent laughs could mean death. Torture. Destruction. I've witnessed it. I've heard it. They say I've gone mad, but I swear, I swear I've heard it! Those laughs, they haunt me. They mock me. They make an utter...fool out of me! I've spent countless nights, unable to sleep from the unbearable torture. They know. They know what they've done! I'm tired of it! Oh, why does it have to be me? The voices don't forgive. They jest. They sneer. They want me to die. Die I will. I won't die from their hands! No, no, no. I'll do it myself. They won't get the pleasure of spilling my blood. I will.

Writing down the last bit of my letter, I tossed