I've been here for years already, sitting in the corner of this room. My hands twitch every so often, a sign of what had once been. I barely eat now, they can't make me eat. The food remains on it's tray, untouched, and I hear the footsteps resounding down the hall. I lean my head forward, black hair swishing down in front of my eyes.
Jane's been dead for ten years now.
And so have I.
I'm not myself anymore, I'm some, cog, a messed up piece in this large running machine.
And no oil is gonna save me now.
My skin is stained red, I know it. Blood drips wherever I go, and sometimes I look out the hall and see Clockwork, blood dripping from her hands, clock covered with an eyepatch.
She's still pretty, I'll give her that.
My room is filled with blood, waves of it that I struggle to wade through. And I only see Clockwork out, the light catching her hair as she shambles down the hall with a somber expression on her face.
Maylin stopped visiting, but I know it's because she hates us. She never did like us, she only fought for us because it would make us look good. I know it.
And I know once I come out, I won't be changed.
Because I can't.
Ever since I stabbed Liu and my parents, I haven't been able to change, no matter what I try. So I'll stay here, rotting in this cell, watching as others leave and I stay throughout seasons.
Ten winters and ten summers.
And I can't shut up.
My mind is constantly screaming, echoing down the halls, but no one hears.
No one can.
And I don't know where Sally and Ben are, but they've probably left.
They've all left me here to rot and die.
And I expect nothing less of them.
But it isn't fun.
It isn't fun.
They've fixed my eyelids, I can blink now.
But I always manage to smear soot or anything on them to keep them black. Why should I go around changing my look?
Why should I change?
Why should I change?
Why shouldn't I change?
Why can't I change?
Why?
So I'll continue screaming, and I'll try to remain the same arrogant killer that everyone knew.
So I'll go on, because I sure as hell know that I'm the only one who can't breathe anymore.
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