Do I know you?
Disclaimer:I do not own Jthm and never will
I feel sick, sick to my stomach, a sickness that's feels like I will die, but then that wouldn't be enough punishment for me, never. I have been feeling like that for 2 years now and I still do. I can not forget what he has in a day. I hate knowing I got off when I should have an equal share in his crime. I do not go by the nick name he fondly given me "Ecca" any more. When we met we were virtually the same and became friends. We both killed people in that shack for a year then we got caught, both covered in blood and a blade in his hand, a paint brush in mine. When they questioned us he admitted to anything and I was called a victim of his acts of "Wrong doing". I told them I also killed but they did not believe me and he even said that I did nothing wrong though I did. I got off while he got doped up on pills. I deserve to be punished worse than those who said the w word in front of us. I deserve to be slowly tortured over the years just enough to not die then tortured again till I die of old age.
I finally decided there was one way to stop this feeling of sickness, I have to help him I just need to help him to pay back for his sacrifice, and even if I die in the process I will help him become himself again because If I don't no one else will.
I am sitting out side the therapist's office as normal with him on the other side of the room taking those pills every 5 seconds. I once was as doped up as him but I now remember all to well.I hold on to the stuffed teddy dog my therapist made me get whom a named she. As I waited, he must think I'm a hopeless case of nerves, properly am though. He and I have been changed very much. His hair had been dyed brown, not brown like brunette full of shades and different tones just brown, brown like a 6 year old coloring in hair on a picture brown. If doesn't look real. My hair had been dyed a plain yellow similar to his but once I got off most of those drugs I stopped dying it and its now black-blue again. I am looking at him right and he's smiling back. He's in a fantasy world now of all that is nice and good, but I want the old him back and I will get it back today.