Every day I wake up and something is wrong. It´s like I'm not all there, and everyone expects me to be normal. To be functioning.
Functioning. Functioning. Function. Machines function quite well. I wish I was a real machine, Tyler and me can kind of be a machine at times but machines dont have to care about anything and they never get hurt. Function.
Well I can't alright? I never got that instruction manual, that guide on how to be normal.
I prayed into my knees a lot.
Tyler gave me hope-he made me believe my otherness was something good and to be celebrated. But how long until I descended into a greater hell than my own?
He thought he was making the world a better place but there was no space for the three of us. Now listen, we severely underestimated Angel face-we never thought it would get this far. Project Mayhem? That crap is history. Every last man that ever spit out a hair of blood in front of us is trembling, worried about what they will do to them when they get them. Tyler of course, left me for him. (Better to join the bigger cause, he said). They all have left me.
Left. left. Turn. Isolation. Pain. Rooted. Tree. Unrealistic. Supernatural. Rage. Control. It's all a game of control, a game of power play. And I'm done playing it. I've come up with a much better solution to end my own suffering, to end my own involuntary participation in a world without an instruction manual.
You are You are You are You are You are You are difficult
People think I don't know.
You see, every one is selfish. Everyone does what makes them feel the best. And that's okay. That is why: to hell with the future of humanity. To hell with the consequences. To hell with control games. This time, it's about me.
Jack never felt so good.
Angel Face´s POV:
There was no one….no one I wanted to share the moment with more. Some days he was sane and nurturing, and others he was as vile and incoherent as a piece of slime. But I adored him yet with these purple, bruised, impressionable young eyes.
He fell silently and gracefully determined. It was the first time I had seen him without a frown, maybe the first time he was happy, even. It was gorgeous and terrifying, seeing a god come to the end of his reign yet being so close to my own mortality. Even rectifying all the fucked up shit in the world couldn't fix him, couldn't make him right.
.It all ended with a bang.