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He couldn’t remember his name, he couldn’t remember how he got here. He vaguely remembered anything, in fact. A lot of what he knew was the tune of the distance music echoing down the station. It was something he couldn’t understand, but that didn’t matter, it was something to keep his mind stimulated.
The matrix screen above suddenly lit up, so he opened his eyes a little to read the bright text. All he saw was the end of it, saying “he’s been in there for 10 years?”
Friend looked at him, he snapped his head to look at the sheep. “I’m sorry friend, I didn’t mean to wake you” he said. Friend bah’d as if saying “it’s fine” before it but its head back down.
He sat up, looking at the rails. “T-ten years?” he said, trying to hold back tears. He was burning his own face, he didn’t even know how long ten years is but it felt like forever.
He glanced at the guitar he had over on the wall. Friend had noticed that he had gotten up so it did as well, stretching off the bench. “Friend?” he asked, the tears were going away now. The lead connected to both of them appeared as friend was walking away, showing that the lead might start pulling him.
He caught up to friend, who had seemed to be going on its own walk. “What are you doing, friend?” he asked. Friend stayed silent. He knew his sheep friend had a reason to be moving, so he didn’t question it and followed it.
He saw a pile on the ground, seeming to be made of the random things from around the station. Friend sat by the pile, so he went to look at it.
He could barely make out what was written, but he did anyways. “Happy 10 years of us together” it had read. “Did you make this for me?” he asked. Friend nodded its head. “Awww friend!” he exclaimed, hugging his woolly friend.
He picked up the sign, in awe, friend bah’d once again. They both walked back over to the bench they had made into a makeshift bed, but he picked up the guitar on the way there.
They both got up on the bench, friend laying on him. “I can’t remember what I ever sang…” he said, worried. Friend hooved at the strings, playing a string that gave him back the general idea of the song.
He started playing the chords that went together, eventually remembering some of the lyrics that went a long with it.
“I think this time I’m dying… I’m not melodramatic, I’m just pragmatic beyond any reasoning for thinking I’ve got fucking rabies or something. I think this time I’m dying… I think this time I’m dying.
I think I’ve lost my mind, blurring the fact and the fiction, while simultaneously fixing myself up with a girl named panadol. Bite the tablet, elixir. disintegrate, mouth’s a mixer.
I think I’ve lost my mind… I think I’ve lost my mind. If I could just break… one more night. Maybe I could wake up, and feel alright. My optimistically set alarm clock time, serves only to mock me with flashing lights.
I think I’ve made my choice. I’m a deceased playing victim, slip the face slip the victory, I think I’ve made my choice. Sit secluded in hatred, void the plans friends are making, I think I’ve found my voice. I’m a leech sucking blood bags, taste defeat it’s a sandbag, saline solution.
Saline solution. Took all your saline solution. Took all your saline solution. To all your… problems”
He chuckled a bit, setting his guitar down before falling asleep on his fluffy friend, marking the early end of the 3560th day.