I've always figured people are untrustable. So the people I do trust, I tend to get way, I guess to say, protective of that trust. It's a habit of mine. Perfectly normal, right? Yeah, it really was. Until everything went to hell. No joke. Me and my friends, we were basically put into hell because of someone that I trusted. Someone that I said, "Hey, I trust you. Let's work with this." Someone that all of us were decieved by, but oh no. That wasn't the end of it. I only wish it was. We weren't just set up by one person, but three, and only one was the real killer. Only problem is, we had to find out who it was.
Yeah, I know, sounds pretty fun doesn't it? It's not. Especially when you've got the cops watchin' you like hawks, everybody's scared as fuck of you, and nobody will help you find the real killer or believe a word that you have to say to them. But why should they? For all they know we really did kill the guy, but sometimes we really did wish that we had more help and more time. Else, none of us would've really had to go through the hell that we did. Now, we're all scarred. Like animals. We've gone crazy trying to find this guy, literally. We lost ourselves, became obssesed with clearing our names.
And now, I don't think we'll ever get better.
