Beginning:

...Like I need a hole in my head.

“You don’t have to be… the bad guy”

White.

White white white.

Pure blinding sharp OW OW OW, hurting!

Could someone please turn this light down, jeez. I never knew I could hate an intangible concept this much…

Ok, where did I learn an egghead word like that. I can’t distract myself from this color, it needs to be put down for a nice rest and stop punching my eyes with a million little jackhammers.

Maybe I just went insane. Or maybe I’m dead. I can’t really decide which is worse.

Alright, keep it together, y……...you.

Huh.

Can’t remember my own name, definitely leaning towards the basket-case side of things.
I can’t… remember… ggghhh this makes my head hurt… worse than the bright light…

Oh good, the light is dimming…

And I feel myself… slipping...

Wait no don’t go, I take back what I said...

I don’t want to slip away...

Author's Note

Here we go baaabbbbyyyyy