homicidal

"W-why...why did te need head medicine..?" asked Squee. "Because, things in my house keep 'talking' to me...and not in a good way." Nny replied. "What did they say?" asked Squee. "I can't exactly understand them but...wait, why do te care?" Nny answered. "Maybe te have mental issues ^.^ " Squee replied. Nny walked out the door, unamused. "SQUEE!!' Squee squeaked to himself. "Ok...now..." Nny said, sitting down on his couch. He could once again hear voices. "OH WOULD te SHUT UP!!" he screamed. "You have done the most wrong in people, realizing te need to kill yourself, now." It said. "I...

It was a sunny giorno in the neighborhood, and Nny simply despised it. "Happiness...blech! It makes me wanna vomit." he said. He pulled out some old cloth and draped it over his window. "THE SUNLIGHT BURNS MY SKIN!!" he screamed. Suddenly his doorbell rang. He ran up to the door and opened it just slightly. "What do te want...and make it quick I don't do too well in the sun." he said. It was Squee at the door! "Have te seen my parents anywhere? I just came home from school and I usually say hello to them but today...they weren't even home..." he asked. "GET IN HERE CHILD!" Nny said, yanking...