It was late. Past midnight. The summer night's wind blew in his face as he walked down the abandoned and lesser traveled road. He couldn't sleep, so he decided that he'd go for a nice walk along any old path that his feet took him to. He lived a hectic life, but as long as his friends were by his side he figured he could take just about anything. The scary thing was though he didn't know if he was living his life, or someone else's. Ever since he found out that most of his life was a lie he didn't really know if something or someone was real or not. He didn't know if these were his thoughts or someone else's.
He was mad but mostly confused. No one could help him make sense of anything no matter how hard they tried. He was part of a monster that almost killed the one that he held close. He didn't want to embrace that hideous fact. He wished that it wasn't true. But no matter what he did he couldn't deny it.
As the path came to an end he saw an old abandoned reactor. It looked as if a bomb had finished it off. Just like the few that he blew up in the past. The past. Again he remembered that it wasn't his life. He turned back to the path. He wanted to go back to his friends to make sure that he actually existed.
As he was walking back he thought of something. He thought that maybe parts of his false past weren't his, but he had a past that he remembered clearly. That was his past not anyone else's, but his. And that his friends were his friends. He discovered that he had something and someone to say hi, to cheer him up when he was down, he wasn't alone.
When he arrived back at the hotel they were staying at he fell down on his bed and drifted off to sleep, smiling, knowing that he was himself.
