This is for the horrible ending James Patterson left us with.
I sat, head in my hands, alone for once in my life.
Alone. A word I had never had to really use before. Someone, anyone, had always been there.
And here I was.
By myself.
This is getting repetetive.
I braced myself for the sudden onslaught of guilt, of the clenching in my stomach.
It didn't come.
I waited.
And waited.
Still waiting.
Okay, it's obviously not coming.
And that was the problem.
From when I first killed Ari, to the countless Erasers, to the rest of the world that had been obliterated because of the fact that I wasn't having this rush of guilt.
I didn't feel bad at all.
At all.
Now that I think about it... I don't feel anything.
No worries for where the Flock was.
No terrible sadness for the fate of the Earth and it's innocent people on it.
Nothing but a slowly growing rage in the pit of my stomach.
I caused this. I did.
Not Jeb.
Not Dr. Chu.
Not the Whitecoats.
Me.
I had blocked out all guilt and pain I had felt.
Killing Erasers? Easy as pie.
Well, seeing as I can't make pie... That doesn't really work.
Letting the world be completely wrecked? A-okay.
Having my Flock leave? And promise never to come back?
Nada. And that's where I am right now.
Even just for the small things. Things that didn't matter. Continuously lying, stealing, not caring about anyone.
This is what it led to.
l hated it. How could I have let this happen?
Well... It may or may not have anything to do with the fact that I hated emotion and never let it in and now that's why it's not there.
I had screwed up.
Big time.
And I had no idea what to do.
At all.
Nothing there.
No hints.
No Voice.
And that's what I was left with. This emptiness that I
Could
Not
Get
Rid
Of.
An anguished sob ran through my body.
Not one of sadness.
But one of complete anger and frustration.
At myself.
At the people who had turned me into this.
This monster.
Thanks for reading :)
~aRc~