A Random Tale #1 Departed.

   As I walked down the corridor noticed that nothing was going as planned. First off, no one did what I said and no one cared what I said.  This, sadly, angered me to no end.  All I wanted was to kill all of them.  All of them.  None of those thoughts again.  Please, God, none of them!  Anyways, of I were to get my hands on one of them... ah! I refuse to continue that train of thought.
   "Very well." I said aloud.
   "You are very capable of responding in my head!"  I replied.
   "Oh really, but is that this fun?"
   "Well, I'd never-"
   "Ha, like you would ever act on one of your threats!"
   "Darnit, you have them staring again!"
   "Like you would do anything about it..."
   I roared in anger and grabbed my throat, trying to squeeze me out of myself.  I then realized this was not getting me anywhere.  I would not leave until I died.  Or I died.... Or they died!  Those thoughts!  If they were gone, perhaps I would leave myself alone....
   So the next day I did it.  Hunted all 26 of them down and planned their departures.  Depart I say, how lovely.  The first was her.  Then him.  Then another, oh so exciting.  In the end they were found.  Departed.  Depart more then!  All of them! Every last one!  Oh, I am back... That leaves me no choice then.  I myself shall depart, departed I will be, once I finish this slit.  Across.  My... Throat.... Freedom at last.  Can we kill, excuse me, depart them from here?  Alas.  I, oh dreaded I, am back....

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