Chapter 3: Whisper of the Beast
Comments: Like someone once told me, "I write for the same reason I breathe…cause if I didn't I would die."
Mood Song: Somewhere by Within Temptation
I can feel the plastic in my hand, the smooth flowing into grooved ridges. The empty hollowness inside.
Just hours earlier, I lay in bed, my stomach churning uncontrollably. Why did I keep punishing myself like this? Forcing myself to be the Fuehrer's lap dog, his own personal little pet?
I entered this profession to save lives not kill them like some mindless clone. I wanted to make the world a better place. What a fool I was!
The world would never change. I would live and die and the world would continue; I would just be another anonymity.
It's funny how you can turn the concept of 'the evil world' to 'nobody loves me' faster than you realize.
True, I have had many women in my life, too many one-night stands to count, and even a few engagements along the way. But I never had that person that loved me for me. What a cliché fairy tale.
Oddly enough, I feel like that person was in my life right now, I just didn't know who.
The empty pill bottle feels heavy in my hand. Bach is playing in the background.
Mask of Mirage