The day had been a long one. After an encounter with an hourglass bearing figure, memories he had tried to forget had come rushing back to him. He saw things he never wanted to see again, felt emotions he had tried to lock away behind a mask of careless joy and cheerfulness, and saw what might of been had he not been around to play a part in things. Some of it would have gone better without him....Some of it would have been much worse.
As he laid back in his own room, for the first time in two years, he sighed quietly. Now that he was alone, he could let his pent up emotions free. He cried. He shook angrily. He laughed a bit. Then he sighed again. So many things could have gone differently. Many of them he wished had. What was his life for" Did the good outweigh the bad" Or did the bad overwhelm the good"
He sat up, running his hand through his hair before reaching over to his nightstand. He grabbed the empty journal and pencil he had purchased on his way home, the opened it up to the first page. There was a moment's pause, before he started writing.
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Dear Journal,
Feels so weird writing that....Do I have to write that down everytime" He thought to himself, then realised he'd actually written it down. Shaking his head, he got back to writing.
Earlier today, I came across a...I don't know what it was, but it asked me what the world would be like without me. I had no idea how to answer that. I've never been good at that self analysis stuff. I didn't think I'd made any difference anywhere, so I told him everything would be the same. Then he gave me this hourglass. It showed me things. What everything would have been without me. Some things that I wish I didn't have to see again, and now I can't stop thinking about it. I feel like I have to tell someone about everything, but I don't know where to start
At this point, he wasn't so much writing as talking aloud, his hand following his words of it's own accord.
I've...Done many things I'm not proud of. Especially now that I've realised exactly what I've done. My only relationship ended....Very horribly. My boyfriend was a demon that wanted to enslave or kill my entire family, and I was the only one too blind not to see it until it was too late. My own sister died because of me, I was tricked into eating her.
He had to stop here, and take a deep breath to fight back the bile rising in his throat as he relived that memory once again. His eyes shut, pencil tapping on the book in a distracting rythm, before he resumed writing and talking aloud.
The hourglass showed me what would have happened if not for me. She would still be alive, he wouldn't have gotten so close to the family."
He paused, glancing to the door. He could have sworn he heard something, or someone. Growing just a bit paranoid, he glanced down at the book, realising he had been talking aloud while he wrote. Staring at the words he had written, his mind wandered off to other events that had occured during his time away.
(Will be continued)
As he laid back in his own room, for the first time in two years, he sighed quietly. Now that he was alone, he could let his pent up emotions free. He cried. He shook angrily. He laughed a bit. Then he sighed again. So many things could have gone differently. Many of them he wished had. What was his life for" Did the good outweigh the bad" Or did the bad overwhelm the good"
He sat up, running his hand through his hair before reaching over to his nightstand. He grabbed the empty journal and pencil he had purchased on his way home, the opened it up to the first page. There was a moment's pause, before he started writing.
——
Dear Journal,
Feels so weird writing that....Do I have to write that down everytime" He thought to himself, then realised he'd actually written it down. Shaking his head, he got back to writing.
Earlier today, I came across a...I don't know what it was, but it asked me what the world would be like without me. I had no idea how to answer that. I've never been good at that self analysis stuff. I didn't think I'd made any difference anywhere, so I told him everything would be the same. Then he gave me this hourglass. It showed me things. What everything would have been without me. Some things that I wish I didn't have to see again, and now I can't stop thinking about it. I feel like I have to tell someone about everything, but I don't know where to start
At this point, he wasn't so much writing as talking aloud, his hand following his words of it's own accord.
I've...Done many things I'm not proud of. Especially now that I've realised exactly what I've done. My only relationship ended....Very horribly. My boyfriend was a demon that wanted to enslave or kill my entire family, and I was the only one too blind not to see it until it was too late. My own sister died because of me, I was tricked into eating her.
He had to stop here, and take a deep breath to fight back the bile rising in his throat as he relived that memory once again. His eyes shut, pencil tapping on the book in a distracting rythm, before he resumed writing and talking aloud.
The hourglass showed me what would have happened if not for me. She would still be alive, he wouldn't have gotten so close to the family."
He paused, glancing to the door. He could have sworn he heard something, or someone. Growing just a bit paranoid, he glanced down at the book, realising he had been talking aloud while he wrote. Staring at the words he had written, his mind wandered off to other events that had occured during his time away.
(Will be continued)