you are not the only you. most haven’t survived as long as you.
wouldn’t you like to know how your lives ended?
why would you ever approach him? was it because his face reminded you of someone reliable? someone safe? you walked into his grasp of your own volition. he had you and you did nothing to escape. you were too scared to move. you screamed and screamed as he tore you apart, piece by piece.
you were nothing but a meal to him.
that group never wanted to be friends with you. but sydney insisted on bringing you along to the lake. nobody wanted to play with you, so you and sydney played alone, out of sight, whilst everyone played over the rocks. you suggested wrestling, and you and sydney played rough. he dunked you underwater and held you down. the breath left your body and everything went fuzzy.
you know he didn't mean to, but you were gone.
carl was missing. being the pathetic mess you are you lapsed further into drug use, crawling to brian for release. but when you saw the inside of his trailer, you realised the truth. he had taken carl. you grabbed the pistol from your pocket and aimed it at the bear, demanding that he let carl go. but why would he do that? he snatched the gun from your hands and threw it away. his hands wrapped around your throat and dragged you inside as he beat you harder and harder.
the last thing you heard was carl begging him to stop.
they all surrounded you. clint, jeremy, micha. the three who constantly bullied you. but bullying as a kid was normal, right? clint’s eyes looked crazy as he pushed you down to the ground. the other two laughed as clint kicked sand into your face. then he picked up a rock and threw it down on your head. over. and over. and over. the laughs from the other two faded out as you did.
“that’s what you get for not fighting back.”
the van approached you. you were standing in the road like an idiot, begging for help. you didn’t recognise it but you were desperate. it stopped inches in front of you as the familiar gila stepped out, gun drawn. he screamed something at you before pulling the trigger. you were thrown to the floor as the bullet entered your skull. a group of people clambered out of the van and surrounded you as you faded, shouting about a monster before looking down at you.
their delusion had faded, but it was too late.