Story of a maniac

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“I could not take it any longer. I had a knife in my hand ready to kill. I felt as if no one understood, they treated me like a piece of shit. All I wanted to do was kill, make people suffer the way I was. That was when I saw a man holding a brief case, I thought to myself, what is so special about him that he is able to walk around with a job and pride. He was nothing better than me, I could no longer hold in my anger. As the man approached me I got more and more tensed. I put my hand in my pocket and gripped my bread knife. It was then that the man got into his car and drove of. God knows what would have happened he were to have continued walking.

This had made me even more furious. I wanted to hurt him. Then I continued walking on the empty street, kicking an empty bottle along with me. The night was dark and deserted. It was at that very moment when I heard a shuffling noise coming from behind the trash can. Taking my knife with me I went towards the bin. I noticed a cat in the bin. I was inches away from taking its life when I saw an advertising leaflet on his foot.

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Still furious, I pulled it of. I read ‘Auditions for Britain’s next best actor’. Once I read it I had a slight feeling of relief, but then I thought why would they choose me if no ever noticed me. I put the leaflet into my pocket and walked back toward my home. On the journey there I was thinking about nothing but the opportunity that came to me through a dust bin.

I went home still thinking about it. I thought to myself this was my chance to prove everyone wrong, especially all those who put me down. ...

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