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I walked out of my room again.
It was my old house. I thought I gave this to somebody. Why am I here now?
it’s the exact same as it was before too…
is somebody here? are they coming up the stairs?
I should head back inside-
“Chance.”
was that-
“…iTrapped?”
no- whoever that was wasn’t iTrapped. there’s- IT JUST ISN’T. they don’t look the same. or do- is that, it. it can’t be.
what is he holding.
is that.
my hands were shaking. There’s no reason for them to be. He won’t- he wouldn’t…
I raised my gun.
What am I doing.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“YOU’RE HOLDING A SWORD! WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU DO WITH THAT?!”
“Just put the gun down.”
“NO- I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE- YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME.”
I took a step back.
“CHANCE. Listen to me-“
He took a step closer. I was against a wall.
“GET ANY CLOSER AND I’LL SHOOT.”
“We both know you wouldn’t do that again. Put down the gun, and we’ll talk.”
He took another step closer.
I shot.
he stood still for a few seconds, then collapsed.
I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew he was staring at me in those seconds.
I could hardly even recognize his voice.
what is wrong with me. what would GD think.
and why does this all feel so familiar. What did he mean again.
I raise the gun to the side of my head.
I don’t want to go through this again—
“HOLY SHIT—“ i jolted awake. i was breathing heavily. god. my heart- why was it beating so fast.
my headache was piercing.
“god I should probably tell somebody about that…” I looked at my phone. it was 9:27 am. i got a good 3 hours in. really hoping I have some ibuprofen left…
i had maybe 3 ibuprofen’s left. perfect amount.
I swallowed those and rolled over to my computer.
RCAM is still on their bullshit… GD’s online…
is evil chance detector okay?
why am I even thinking about that asshole… i’ll check on him just once… maybe some last ditch effort to get him to quit his job. after that I’ll just leave him be. just IGNORE him. like i’m supposed to be doing…
what was his url name again..? i followed him. i’ll find him there.
it’s… just evil chance detector. maybe I should get this memory stuff checked out… later.
there’s nothing new. the guy still refuses to quit that stupid j*b… why’s he staying if it hurts him THIS much? christ- not like he’s gonna listen to me! he’s insufferable…
who… who do I check on now? god- my heads spinning- did i eat at all yester…
my hands are shaking. why are they shaking. nothings happening.
my hearts pounding- am i dying? am i going to die? when was the last- did I take too many ibuprofens- SHIT- how do i get this out of my system. where’s my toothbrush? am i overreaction— NO. STOP- what if I die? would anyone notice beside Guest Detector?? I’ll- I’ll call him— I’ll ask him for some food. He wouldn’t- no- NO. with everything with RCAM- what if he gets… gets caught—
i need to control my breathing… inhale… i just. THINK. i need. to. THINK. it’ll— god wheres… did I even get any— ILL JUST TEXT!!!!
he’ll be here soon… he’ll be here soon and then I’ll calm down! it’ll- IT— JUST CALM DOWN- i’ll wait for him to get here- then it’ll all be okay…