There are some weird sights in the desert..

*Mystery P.O.V.*

I take up the gun. it's a simple revolver, made around 1970's, so pretty old, but reliable. I hate all this ray gun shit, they aren't reliable, and seen as though they cauterise the wound as soon as it's made, they don't always get the job done.

Just two more days.

Two more days until this madness is over.

Two more days until everything will seem normal to her again.

Just two.

It's such a shame I can't be around to see it, but I can't take it anymore. It's killing me seeing all these people, who aren't really people, but just another piece of meat I'm payed to treat even though I can do no good. they're dead to the real world, people say. but they're not. they just see the horrors that the rest of the world are too blind to see. they're not the only ones. just the ones who can't hide it.

*Straight Jacket's P.O.V.*

I can see the bodies everywhere. everyone. Party, Jet, Ghoul, everybody, even Tangent. they're in a pile. a towering pile of death and destruction. that I caused.

I did this.

I climb to the top of the tower, limbs of my loved ones being crushed until they form purpley bruises under my feet. I climb for a few more minutes, crying at the sight of all the bodies. Mummy and Daddy there too, I killed them. My whole family. Dead. My old school, everybody there, dead because of me. I slaughtered them mercilessly.

I reach the top. I feel scared to look down, to see the humdreds of bodies stacked up high. but I still do it. and I see myself. but I'm different from the rest of the bodies. I can see a smile on my lips, a cruel, taunting smile, as I look what I have become. but my eyes. they are big, and full of sadness. they reflect my true feelings towards all of this, not my sharp exteriour.

I start to sing as I look down at the shell of a human being that is myself. a slow, and sad song, full of hte and regret.

"hand in mine into your icy blues,
and then I'd say to you we could take to the highway,
with this trunk of ammunition too,
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets,
I'm trying, I'm trying,
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the, all the things
We put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know, how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
As lead rains, pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame on burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you, you're the only one
Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever"

I bring the hypodermic needle filled with toxic fluid close to my vein, I sigh, happy it's finally over, happy I can finally be free. happy I can escape my monster, me.

Notes

this is confusing but all will be revealed in the next chapter. I'm sorry about this to anybody who liked this story, but it was getting too hard to write, so I'm ending it. I thought I may aswel go out in creepypasta style, so I am doing.


Quack quack motherfuckers,

Kindle xoxo