Monday, October 10, 2011

She's dead. I am. Sorta.

Long two weeks. Girl's dead. I was too. Sorta. It started the day after I posted last, He was in the middle of the road, I had to swerve. completely trashed my car. We got out with minor injuries. But then... He tore her apart. She ended up literally just flesh and bones, and then me... I was ripped apart too, but the interesting thing was, I just woke up in my bed. Remembering everything. But, even when changing our actions, she still died. some things are set in stone I guess. Also, I never really noticed or touched upon it I guess, but the proxies? They've all been this same guy, I thought back, and he's always been the only one, actually, I don't know why he's still here, maybe he's like me, since I've been "Killed" 6 times now.

Another thing, I ripped the mask off of him. There was this look in his eye, I don't know where I saw it before, but I know for SURE it's familiar. I ended up ditching and running last time. I'm not sure where I'm headed next, but I know I need to find out that the fuck is going on with me. I have a car still though. Just no girl. Fuck.

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