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Dream
10/09/10
My dear journal, you know the darkness that hides behind this mask. You alone know what goes through my mind, and yet I have to wonder if it’s HIS fault that I’m this way. Perhaps if HE never existed, I wouldn’t hate myself as much, perhaps I wouldn’t have been bullied. But that’s beside the point, I’m starting to wonder if killing him was such a good idea, maybe it should have been ME that died. I still feel the emotions, I still see the memories in my head, and I still hear the voice that tormented him for so long.. We got a new cable provider today, I can’t wait to check out the channels tomorrow.
This was the first entry found in the journal of Megan Farrier, who had just hours ago gone on a rampage and attacked fellow students here at our local university, the senior student said that “Because the authorities wouldn’t save me, I had to do it myself.” She then proceeded to refuse to answer questions and quoting a song loudly until she was put into the ambulance and carried off to the psyche ward. –Cambridge news reporter
The young woman sat in the hospital bed surrounded by policemen, pressuring her for answers, her long black hair hiding her brown eyes and her crooked smile, she was tired of saying she wasn’t going to speak to the incompetent officers. A song came to mind and the girl smiled cryptically, “If you want to know what happened? Go find Discord.” The police tried in vain to get an answer out of her, instead she just continued to recite the lyrics to one of the songs found on her iPod, “DISCORD! I’M HOWLING AT THE MOON, AND SLEEPING IN THE MIDDLE OF A SUMMER’S AFTERNOON! DISCOOORD! WHATEVER DID WE DO, TO MAKE YOU TAKE MY WORLD AWAAAAY?! DISCOOOORD! AM I YOUR PREY ALONE, OR AM I JUST A STEPPING STONE TO TAKING BACK YOUR THRONE?!”
