New chapter releases every friday! Part 2/11 posted. Synopsis This is the story of how I lived, and the story of the man who killed me. You'll never find it in a diary, or in a journal, or as a series of convenient letters sent to a loved one. The truth is, I've not loved for years, decades even. I cast love aside like used linen. After all, why should I value the one thing that was repeatedly denied to me as a child? What is the sense in that? Was I insane? Even from the beginning? I suppose so, what else can you call it? I heard voices... no, that's wrong. I heard a voice, there was never more than one. One voice I carried with me for most of my adult life. I don't think I ever really understood it, but why do you need to understand a friend? Understanding is not as important as that single, unshakable knowledge that no matter what you do, say or think, that friend will always be there with you, unquestioningly loyal, demanding nothing yet granting much. I did things, many things, to many people. Why? Well I had my reasons, that's what people don't understand about monsters, they all have their reasons, good, sensible, solid reasons that can drive anyone to do the things that they do. Were my reasons selfish? I defy anyone to act unselfishly, we all seek a position in life, validation, attention, some measure of control over our own existence. I was no different than anyone else, I just did what I needed to do, and I continued to do it right until the end.
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