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Something was wrong.
I had a feeling that something was off.
I didn’t know what it was but it just did.
To my concern, I should’ve been figuring out what’s going on.
I felt like I knew people but in reality I don’t. Time feels like it’s moving backwards, I feel like I shouldn’t see things that I saw.
It was weird.
I feel weird.
I can see sounds and I can see colors.
Never thought I would say this but I hate it.
I hate their screams.
I hate hearing their pain and agony and the suffering they have been going through.
They want to get out of this hellhole.
No matter how much I tried to express it, people didn’t believe me. I wish at least someone did, but it made me feel like everybody was trying to make me feel like I was losing my mind.
I wasn’t meant to be here.
I have no real purpose to be here.
This fake reality wants me gone and never to be seen again.
I can’t escape.
I hate you.
I should have never trusted you.
My foolishness got the best of me and it led me right into your trap.
You purposely did this to everyone including me.
I have never felt a burning hatred for anyone in my entire life until now.
Why did you do it?
I remember.
I remember you.
I remember everything.
You sick fuck.
Is this what you wanted?
Are you happy now?
Because I sure as hell am not.
I’m not falling for that shit.
No matter how much you try to manipulate me, you fail.
You brought this upon yourself.
Cerise.
On my pincers.
The color surrounds her lifeless body.
Unmoving eyes.
Deceased.
I told myself to not let my rage take over and potentially hurt her, but I did far worse than hurting her.
I remembered the fear in her eyes and how she pleaded for forgiveness before she died.
I killed whom I considered my best friend.
I don’t know how to feel.
I’m sorry.