him & Him

It seems that with every step I fucking take I seem to sink further into this hole.

Fuck it, I'm not good at being all metaphorical and shit.

I don't know what to really say, really. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I'm at a loss for words.

Last night I was meeting someone I knew before this all started. Names aren't important. You'll never meet her. Not after what fucking happened.

The afternoon went by pretty well. No complaints. But then it seems as soon as the sun goes down the trouble starts.

He was there.

It was fucking different this time. Normally after He goes "woah-look-at-me-flailing-my-tentacle-arms" I just run for it and problem solved.

Why the fuck did He have to do that to her.

He popped up. What's-his-fucking-face. Blue eye boy. Except he was different too. He had this fucking mask, "Oh, just because I'm wearing a mask, you can't tell it's me!" Give me a fucking break.

Okay, I didn't realize it was him at first. Whatever. I don't remember much.

He attacked me.

Things got fuzzy.

Things got painful.

She didn't stand a chance.

Next thing I knew I was soaked in blood.

It wasn't mine.

She was gone.

This fucking thing must be a stupid jinx. Why the hell would anyone tell people about what happened?

Fuck.

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One last fucking thing - Who the hell is this Blayze person everyone's comparing me too? Hello? Mental much? It's just me out there. No one else.