Erased (Marik Day 3-7)
Nov 9, 2023 22:16:38 GMT -5
Post by Cato on Nov 9, 2023 22:16:38 GMT -5
Nothing is helping. Nothing is making it better. Why did this happen? Why am I forced to play in this game? I can't imagine why anyone would even want to volunteer for something like this, and anyone who does has to be psychopathic or have something seriously wrong with them. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, and now, now I'm a murderer, a killer, and I know that more people have to die. It's the worse feeling ever. But this game, it's changed me, it's brought me closer to understanding just how messed up the world truly is. Nobody cares about us. It's up to us to show that we care enough about ourselves to try to protect our loved ones, and that is why I am doing this.
I scream internally trying to let everything out, but I know it's not going to do any good until I finally scream out loud. I can't do that. I can't give away where I am, but if anyone finds me, I know what I am capable of. I will kill them, and I just proved to myself that I'm able to take someone's life. I wish an apology would be good enough, but I will not apologize to anyone for trying to win, but I need to apologize to myself. This isn't the life I chose. No, it was handed to me, and all I can do is try to make the best of everything while I have the chance. I want to go home which means, I have to turn off the side of me that cares about people otherwise I will never succeed. There'll be plenty of time for apologies after I make it home.
Table Credit: Dars
Marik scavenges Green Room Fixture
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