"YOU ARE CURSED. EVERY GOOD DEED YOU PERFORM REDUCES THE TIME YOU HAVE LEFT TO LIVE. HOWEVER, EVIL DEEDS WILL GRANT MORE TIME."
Why isn't it working?
He'd tried to be a good person, they said it would kill him. When that didn't work, he'd tried to kill himself.
He's bleeding out, so why the flying fuck is he not dead?
"Strange Dark, who the hell are you?" he shrieks, unable to accept 'Strange Dark' as himself, his name, his identity.
Why is he not fucking dead yet?
Ah, right.
He's selfish.
So selfish, he wants to be the best at everything. He's jealous.
He just wanted to be a little evil.
Jealousy, hatred, hypocrisy, yes. All evil. All him.
"I'm jealous," he states with a tense laugh. "I'm fucking jealous. Selfish."
He throws down his small knife in disgust. He's too fucking selfish to die. It doesn't matter how hard he tries to be a good person. He cannot change the flaws of his character, the underlying evil of his soul.
Jealousy.
He's so jealous, it hurts, it makes him selfish. Anything to be the best. Attention.
Attention Whore.
Selfish.
Yes.
He is indeed, a little evil. A lot evil, really.
It's okay.
No, no it's not.
He has to be a good person.
Has to be good person, even if it kills him.
It has to kill him.
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