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TIME FRAME: Just after the episode, "Darla".
RATED: PG - 13 (for language and adult content, I guess)
EPISODE
by A Witness
I'm awake. My eyes are shut because I'm afraid that, if I open them, what's left of my soul will disappear. Yeah. I know *you*'re watching. I can feel *you* watching me, every day, every hour, every minute that I exist. And I'm talking to *YOU*. I know Darla is lying, covered by a single sheet, beside me. And I know what we did last night.
What are *you* probably thinking right now? Are *you* thinking, "Shit. He just screwed Darla. Bye bye soul, and particularly, Hello Apocalypse and End of the World." Or are *you* thinking, "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no" or "I knew this was coming. I knew it." Who knows? *You* may be screaming at me, going, "How could you do that?! Are you freakin' crazy?!!" Maybe some disturbed sick maniac is actually laughing at my misfortune. Then again, maybe *you* wish *you* were here, to remind me that, even though Earth is apparently Hell's Home Office, there's people like me, and people like Cordy and Gunn and Wesley and Kate, who are always there to battle Evil. Who are the Hope of the World, the good to fight the evil. People like me are supposed keep Evil from taking over everything, instead of just having the little bit of everyone that they do. Because, face it, we're all just HUMAN, *you*'re probably saying. Those of *you* who wish *you* were here to help me understand, really UNDERSTAND what I can't anymore. That, even though there is Evil in everyone that I can't escape, there's always some Good there, too. If there was only one of a kind, we'd be bored to Death, especially *you* because *you* would have nothing to watch.
But for me, I can't feel anything but cold. I can't care about....
At least now, there's no dispute of which side I'm "on". At least now, I understand what I'm here to do, and why I'm doing it. At least now, I can destroy what I wanted to.
I'm going to wake up now. I'm going to leave *you* to watch my every move, watch the Apocalypse just destroy everything, like it should, as usual. But *you* know what? Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe what I've been telling myself in the last two minutes or so about *you* is just crap, or denial.
I'm probably just having a nonviolent, psychotic episode.
Just an episode.
~ Fin. ~
TIME FRAME: Just after the episode, "Darla".
RATED: PG - 13 (for language and adult content, I guess)
EPISODE
by A Witness
I'm awake. My eyes are shut because I'm afraid that, if I open them, what's left of my soul will disappear. Yeah. I know *you*'re watching. I can feel *you* watching me, every day, every hour, every minute that I exist. And I'm talking to *YOU*. I know Darla is lying, covered by a single sheet, beside me. And I know what we did last night.
What are *you* probably thinking right now? Are *you* thinking, "Shit. He just screwed Darla. Bye bye soul, and particularly, Hello Apocalypse and End of the World." Or are *you* thinking, "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no" or "I knew this was coming. I knew it." Who knows? *You* may be screaming at me, going, "How could you do that?! Are you freakin' crazy?!!" Maybe some disturbed sick maniac is actually laughing at my misfortune. Then again, maybe *you* wish *you* were here, to remind me that, even though Earth is apparently Hell's Home Office, there's people like me, and people like Cordy and Gunn and Wesley and Kate, who are always there to battle Evil. Who are the Hope of the World, the good to fight the evil. People like me are supposed keep Evil from taking over everything, instead of just having the little bit of everyone that they do. Because, face it, we're all just HUMAN, *you*'re probably saying. Those of *you* who wish *you* were here to help me understand, really UNDERSTAND what I can't anymore. That, even though there is Evil in everyone that I can't escape, there's always some Good there, too. If there was only one of a kind, we'd be bored to Death, especially *you* because *you* would have nothing to watch.
But for me, I can't feel anything but cold. I can't care about....
At least now, there's no dispute of which side I'm "on". At least now, I understand what I'm here to do, and why I'm doing it. At least now, I can destroy what I wanted to.
I'm going to wake up now. I'm going to leave *you* to watch my every move, watch the Apocalypse just destroy everything, like it should, as usual. But *you* know what? Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe what I've been telling myself in the last two minutes or so about *you* is just crap, or denial.
I'm probably just having a nonviolent, psychotic episode.
Just an episode.
~ Fin. ~