Alrighty, peoples. This is the reason all my other stories ar rarely updated. Please, I need feedback. I will probably take this down after awhile, and revise it. Should I continue? Do I even BOTHER?!?
BTW, Postcards and The Box…Fowl are updated.
I am gone. All the inspiration that once allowed me out of bed is gone. Fear. That’s what’s left.
Fear for him.
Fear because of her.
Fear of him losing her.
Fear of him.
Because I know what I have to do. Voices aren’t enough.
I have to go in.
Why am I, of all people, have to watch him like this? It’s stupid. It’s not what I signed up for. But then, I never signed up to begin with.
Is it possible, in the laws of the universe, to kill myself?
Is it posible for him to kill me? He will, if he can. Maybe that’s why I used voices. They might save me.
They might kill me.
He might kill me.
I’m being paranoid. The biggest thing I have to worry about is what color my reunion invitations will be.
Wait. I have to worry about that, too.
Alright, then. I’m going in. The world is at risk. Mankind is at risk. The red-haired one is at risk, whatever her name is. Heck, everyone’s at risk.
This is gonna hurt.
But wait. I can’t say I haven’t watched him for fifteen or so years. What if he recognises me? But that’s too much to hope for.
So I’m going in without a Plan B.
Did I mention that this is gonna hurt?