Hey guys! Here's the prologue of the sequel! Enjoy it!
Prologue: An announced ending.
You don't have to be dead to be a ghost. You don't have to hide under a sheet, or howl dramatically whenever somebody approaches.
All you have to do is feel dead. All you have to do is hide under a layer of lies. All you have to do is cry for help on the inside. You're still a ghost, either way. Walking the world alone, wandering with no clear purpose. Drifting. Aimless.
For the past few years of my life, I fit that description. I eventually got tired of surviving on my own, let me tell you.
And now...now it seems like everything I did wasn't worth it. After months of running, escaping, praying. What good is to pray? Pray, beg, plead ... when things can't change, what's the point? If you already know how the scene ends, why do you pray, dude?
It's like asking a movie you have already seen to have a different ending. No, man, the end is already written. Doesn't matter how much you cry, scream and kick everything will end as it has to end ... badly. You aren't quite recovered from a punch and another comes...and in the same place. The wound hasn't healed to a scar, and you get hurt again. One hopes that the wound heals, to don't hurt more. To don't hurt as much.
That's why I do not pray, or beg, or plead. Because I know that my life is an announced ending... and it's not a happy one.
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