I lay on my bed motionless. It's been 4 days since Tobys horrifying death. I can't feel bad, yet I'm responsible for my boyfriends own death. How the hell can that happen!!?
"Masky...are you alright?", Hoody asks walking in.
"Hoody, I'm fine. For the last time.", I sigh. He walks over and sits by me. "No, you're not okay!", He argues. I roll my eyes and growl, "Think what ever you want.". He gets up and leaves.
I've been like this, since he died. Talk about going old style. Am I right? No one knows just how much I actually loved him. It was stronger than starvation. And everybody knows; starvation is strong as hell!
As I lay on my bed, the very first memory came into my mind.
The one where I tackled him, made him upset, and how all that started this beautiful relationship. All beautiful except the bad times. Obviously we were an ordinary couple!
We had our bad times and our good time. We had time where we actually needed a break, but we didn't, because it'd only bring us farther away. Why come this far and end up at the beginning all over again?
I never wanted any of this to end..really. I just..wanted a normal relationship! Aw, what am I saying!? We're all phycopaths!! Mass murderers like Jeff, to cannibals like Eyeless Jack.
I finally get the temptation to stand, so I do so. I walk out into the living room, where everyone is rambling about their day. But the main thing I hear is whispering when ever I walk in. "I herd he killed him because he cheated!" I hear someone whisper.
"Shove it up your ass Jane, he didn't mean too!", Clockwork yells across the room.
"Look, I couldn't fucking see!! I basically almost blacked out!! It was dark and I wasn't looking!", I scream and march out into the kitchen, sitting at the table and slamming my head on the table.
"You're 'Okay'?", I hear someone ask. " Brian, go away.", I hiss. "No! See, no ones gonna be able to trust you,", He yells. I stand and slam my hand on the table. "YOU HAVE NOOO ROOM TO BE SPEAKING!", I scream, walking away.
I run outside and flop on the swing. My thoughts start back up. " No matter what, I'll always love you.", He'd tell me. "I love you.", He'd say. My eyes watered at the thought of his death.
"It was only an accident..yeah? Well accident or not, It shouldn't have happened.", I tell myself. And I'm right. Because, if something like that is going on, you don't just fucking pull a gun out and fucking shoot with out looking.
"Hey, Mask. What's up?", Mr.Widemouth says, appearing out of no where. "Thinking about the good days.", I murmer. He nods and smiles. "Shh, don't tell Slender I told you. But, he's gonna find a way to bring Toby back!" "Lalalaa- Wait...WHAT!!?", I scream.
He laughs and dissapears. That asshole. Who am I kidding. I'm one too. I've never regretted a death. But..I'm starting too. I mean, I can't ever feel bad about if for some reason.
That reason kills me on the inside. I've never felt it! Ever. Why? Why'd he ever pick me as his? I knew if I said yes, I'd screw up! So why'd I let him!!? This is making me not want to live, I can't bare this. Not the new feeling. Most likely 'regret'.
This puts a whole new meaning to 'Never Forgive, Never Forget.'.
