Sorry that it's been so long since I've updated, I've been redoing my room and that takes quite a bit of attention. Sorry that I rewrote everything, I just wasn't happy with it. But now (hopefully) all the grammar/spelling errors are fixed! Enjoy the chapter, texts are the same as previous chapters. (underlined – ST, underlined and italicized = Alter-ego)

Did that really just happen? Was that really you? Of course it was, who else could it be? Only you can be Sweet Tooth, no one else can be that brand of crazy. But why? Why are you going back to this madness?

How can I pretend that I don't see

Is that why you were acting strange? Were you really going crazy again and I was to stupid to see it? Was I really that blind for so long?

What you hide so carelessly?

For god's sake, you just stabbed a girl! How could I not have seen that coming? Am I really that stupid?

I saw her bleed,

Why did I have to scream? He wouldn't have noticed me if I hadn't screamed! I could have gotten help if I would have just been quiet!

You heard me breathe,

I froze and I screamed and now I have to pay the price. He probably has dozens of his goons out looking for me right now. I just signed my own death certificate.

And I froze inside myself.

What am I doing? Second guessing myself is exactly what he wants! I should go home, I need to find some help.

And turned away,

Maybe this isn't real, maybe I'm sleeping and all the stress gave me bad dreams. Maybe...

I must be dreaming.

No. She can't be here... she...

We all live,

Oh God. My hands are coated in this poor girls blood. What have I done?

We all die,

This can't be a dream. Even I couldn't come up with something as sick and twisted as this. Oh my God, what did I just see? I need to call the cops, I...I can't do this on my own anymore. There is no excuse for what he did. No one deserves that.

That does not begin to justify you.

No. I didn't kill her! You did! This falls on you, not me!

It's not what it seems,

Really? Look who has the blood on their hands. Oh wait, that would be both of us. We're the same person, remember chuckle-head?

Not what you think.

We're not the same person. You're the killer. I'm- I was the business person. I'm not sure what I am now... but I know I'm not a killer.

No I must be dreaming.

Why am I still standing here? Why am I not chasing her and trying to explain what really happened? Why am I rooted to the spot like I'm in a bad dream? Are those really sirens in the distance?

It's only in my mind.

No. Candice would never... she would never call the cops n us-I mean me. She would never do that, would she?

Not real life.

Of course she would stupid. She's given up on you! Get that through your thick skull! She doesn't want you anymore! You scared her off!

No... I didn't, you did... she would never...

No I must be dreaming.

I can't believe I called the cops. I can't believe that I've given up on you, after all this time. After all of the work. No. I haven't given up. I just can't do this on my own anymore. That's what I tell the police. "I just can't do it on my own anymore..."

Help you know I've got to tell someone,

I tell them where you are. I try to explain what happened. How you had been on your meds, the help that you had been getting. I tried to explain how it wasn't your fault that this had happened, how you didn't mean what you did. I don't think they listened to me. They didn't want to listen. After I hung up, I ran out the door, trying to get to you before they do.

Tell them what i know you've done.

I'm so afraid of what I'll see when I find you again. Will you be you? Or will you be a maniac? Will I get there to late? Will you be dead by the time I reach you?

I fear you but spoken fears can come true.

This isn't just about us anymore, you've made sure of that. I just hope that I can get to you in time, before you hurt anymore people, or hurt yourself.

We all live,

How many people have died because of us? How much longer will this go on? How much longer will we survive, hiding away what we did?

We all die,

She'll never forgive me for this. I don't blame her, I can't forgive myself. I was doing so well, and now... Now I've screwed everything up.

That does not begin to justify you.

The sirens are closer now. Everyone else is long gone, having fled the minute they first heard the sirens. I'm still rooted to the spot.

It's not what it seems,

Why are you not running you idiot! Run! They'll catch you if you stay here! Do you really want to go back to that damn asylum?!

Not what you think.

I feel myself moving, but I'm not sure where I'm going. Maybe he's right. Do I really want to go back there?

Of course I'm right! Now run!

No I must be dreaming.

I'm still moving, but now I realize that I'm slowly moving towards the doors. Toward the sirens. Maybe going back to Arkham would be for the best. It would keep me from hurting people. Maybe... am I really doing this?

It's only in my mind.

My hand brushes the door and I stop. I'm alone. I can't even hear him anymore. I slowly push open the door, and step out into the lights.

Not real life,

I reach the building just after the cops do. Oh please, don't be dead. The door moves and I see you come outside. Why? Why would you do that?

No I must be dreaming.

The red and blue light from the cars flash in my face. I can't see anything. I hear someone shouting, but I don't care enough to make out what they're saying. Is this really what my life has come to?

We all live,

I know what's going to happen to me. I stare at the ground in defeat. I'm going to die. They are going to kill me without a second thought.

We all die,

What are you doing? You're just standing there! They'll kill you! I know you're scared, but you need to move!

That does not begin to justify you.

I try shouting at you, but you don't seem to hear. All you're doing is staring at the ground. Listen to me!

It's not what it seems,

Now everyone is screaming. Screaming at me to get back, screaming at you to get on the ground. Everything is chaos. I see an officer pull out a gun. I scream

Not what you think.

All I can think of now is how glad I am that you're not here to see this. You don't-

No I must be dreaming.

I look up when I hear you scream. No. You can't be here. You can't see this.

It's only in my mind,

You're screaming at me, trying to tell me something. Why are you here?

Not real life,

I'm screaming at you to get down! O get out of the way! Anything! You just stare at me. I'm pointing, trying to get you to see the gun.

No I must be dreaming.

She's frantically pointing. I turn my head to see. A gun. Pointed at me. She's trying to warn me.

Not what it seems,

He can see the gun, but he's still not moving. I start to run towards him.

Not what you think.

I look back at her, probably for the last time. She's running toward me. No. I hear the gun fire and pain explodes in my shoulder.

I must be dreaming.

I hear another shot, but I keep running. They're going to kill him!

She's still coming towards me. She's running right into the path of another bullet.

Just in my mind.

No!

Not real life.

No!

I must be dreaming.

Happy New Year Everybody! This chapter did sort of wander away from the lyrics a little bit, sorry about that. Sorry that this has taken so long, during the summer I was in a show so I never had time to write, and now I'm a junior so I have tons of school work. (Never take AP/IB Biology. It will kill you.) Hope all the spelling is okay, my pixels on my screen are sad so everything looks weird. Well, I figured I would get another chapter in before the year ended... Yeah this one was a long time in the waiting, sorry guys!