Entry Twenty-Eight
Once Upon A Time...The End

Memories before the crash are coming back and o god don't want to think about it don't want to think about it don't want to think about it.

I'm going to tell you a little bedtime story, Blue Book

Once upon a time, there was a fool. He was so much of a fool that he did a lot of stupid things. Once upon a time, there was a girl who decided to help this fool. She was unfortunate enough to have met him in a philosophy class. It's ironic even without the irony when she became his friend. The fool, being a fool, didn't suspect that he would be the death of her someday. Two years later, she was murdered, and it was all his fault. The fool had killed her. No, not with his own hands, but he may as well have. The fool had watched her die and he didn't do a damned thing because he was too chicken-shit to help her. He's disgusting, and don't you ever trust this fool. He trembled in his little cell and bounded while he watched his demons rape and torture her before eventually murdering his dear friend who wasn't a friend anymore because all she was was a pile of flesh and bone when they tore out her eyes and she was screaming still screaming the entire time and he still hears her screams at night when he sleeps even when he slept and he tried to forget it. He tried to forget her. But you see, he can't forget her. So he tried wiping her death out of his mind but he couldn't erase her memory. At night he'll hear her screaming and watches her die after so long of trying to forget and he always sees no evil and he speaks none. Speak none. HE SEES NO EVIL O NO NOT ANYMORE. And she, she is half, she says even in death. He tore her in half and it's his fault he did it he is evil the bastard THAT SON OF A BITCH. He lets her corpse rot and he is laughing inside because this is her punishment to him he's going mad and mad and more madder by the life. O NO HE DIDN'T SEE HER DIE HE DIDN'T HE WASN'T EVEN THERE IT WASN'T HIS FAULT IT WASN'T HIS FUCKING FAULT but he thinks this even though she had died for him and not once did he cry for her memory he only fought on and tried death a few times yet he couldn't die no matter how hard he tried everything there was he did already: Drug overdose, hanging, slashing wrists, poison. It isn't that none of those things killed him; it's just that he was too afraid. Our fool is not only a fool but he is a coward and he's so afraid of dying and he's so afraid of pain that he won't even try to make it up to a good friend. The fool is a horrible, horrible person. If you ever meet the fool, don't trust him. He's a liar, a cheater, a fucking thief and if you meet him you'll probably die as well. Don't trust him. Alas, the fool is and always will be a fool. The End.

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