I couldn't save him. I panicked. And it cost him his life. I can still hear his cry for my name...
I-I just can't believe that he's truly gone. Not even a hair was left. Not a single one.
My best friend. My brother. My lover? Were we really that close? Or was it just a purely physical relationship? Did we actually love each other? Or did we just use each other?
It doesn't matter anymore. He's gone, and soon, I will join him. But not until the bastard that killed him has paid for it. I don't mean prison this time. He will pay with his life. But not until long after I inflict the hurt that I feel right now onto him. I just have to find a way to escape from this damn mental institution. The caretakers seem to forget that I can move at the speed of sound. If only I could free my damn hands!
