And now he live with my own soul. My body his cathedral where he played his messes. Oh, there's a strange messes. I don't know who is his god, but i think that he isn't very good and friendly. Because I feel pain and freaks my will when we prayed. But I can't stop.
But I trust to my strange intruder. And one day his prayings do their aim, and I will be free from my damnation - my flesh. He say that all my pain, troubles, fears - they came to me just because I have soul that trapped by flesh... I... I wanna be free.
I am on 9 floor... Alone... All who thinks that i needed them far from me. But window is near... One small step and I'll free from this torture.
I'm gonna die
Or i'm gonna try
Should I?
I can't hear this voices anymore! My friend, my ghost, my alter ego... I'm yours. Do your job, play your last mess in my cathedral, and I go with you,
I can't hear this voices!
All story is fictional. All story is only crazy fantasy.
or not?