Stranded

I Still Feel as Though I am Me-Act 2.5

~Leafy POV~

My pain is subdued for now, and as I wake from the tiring coma I begin to walk along the perimeter of the island. All of the robot servants have rusted and had begun to fall away, food was sparse, and I felt an overwhelming guilt as I wandered. Because, the place was still all I had hoped for. And... 33 years ago... It was what everyone else had too.

I kept the tears from pouring out of my eyes, and I wandered around. I need some way to let my friends know that the person who sent the letters wasn't me. But... how? And when will she return?

"Hello?" My words are raspy, and I feel all the cuts in my mouth suddenly burn, my words still fall to no one, but it's nice, "I'm sorry!" I yell again. Its almost therapeutic to do this. But I need it.

"I hope I can be here... When everyone arrives!" I look around, pools of red slurry are pulling from the pipes. Don't... don't taunt me with their memories. I said I was sorry.

"I'm... Hopeful..." I look around again. Wet, littering paper surrounds me. Its... that's not me... That wasn't me who did that.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you three." I slip, the red has reached my feet, "I... I wasn't thinking!" My arms are burning, the red is seeping into my cuts. Its... its so painful. My brain is slowing.

"Let us out! Let us out!" A blaring collection of two voices stabs my ears, "Mphh! Mphhh!" Somebody is muffled. What... No... Don't remind me of her. Don't remind me of... I bring my hand up, covered in her red. Leave me be... Stop it... Please...

I curl up in a ball.

"STOP IT. PLEASE JUST STOP!"

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Its gone. But as quickly as the relief hits me im dragged back into her head. Control is ripped from me again. God stop it. Just stop. Please stop. This is horrible. I can't do this. Just stop.

"Leafy." She pushes me back up, and I take a shallow breath. Go... go away... please... I'm so tired of this.

"You're still guilty." She's lying... she's still hurting my friends... I... you're the problem!

"Don't shift the blame to me. You hurt your friends. You are an evil person." She's lying still, just... stop tormenting me and my friends.

"You tortured those three." Her voice drains the thoughts from my head, "They had so much hope for the future Leafy. You ruined that. You ruined their lives. Those three are still down there. They're still suffering Leafy."

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"Don't act like they're hurting you."

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"You are a monster."

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And... just like that. Im let go. My conscience drifts back into my body, my head feel light and dizzy. This whole situation I'm living is just sick payback.

But... She was right. I was evil. I can't turn this around. But I'll try to do as much as I can. What... what can I do?

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I rush up and smash the front desk's 4th window. Everyone remembers Four. So if I do this... somebody will notice its broken intentionally. Not just a product of age.

I hope so.

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Am I a monster? No. I agreed to help her do it. But... why did I agree to help her?

-543 Words! Im so sorry for the lack of Needle POV on the end of the last one, it didn't match the scene.-