He had never truly been happy. He had never experienced real emotion other than "Fine." But that changed.

Micah had spent his entire life faking it. He had never seen his real smile. Or heard his real laugh. Or actually cried.

Micah wasn't real. His life wasn't real. Nothing Micah EVER DID was real.

Micah was ready. He knew there'd be consequences. He knew his mind was split in two.

One voice told him to live his fake life to the fullest, and try his best to make sure others didn't have to fake it.

But the other.....the other told him that if he had to live his life the way he did, others had to as well. And if they didn't.....they had to die.

Micah never listened to either voice, deciding to take life easy, and do whatever until he died.

And then he gave in.

Since some people don't read the description, I'll say it here. This story is fucked up, with lots of gore, murder, topics of mental illness, suicide, and the list goes on. Please stay careful!