What was happening? Why? What? Huh? What? Why? Why? WHY!?
Ugh...
At least I felt like I had a soul... this was oddly refreshing...
I felt things. My brain was actually forming thoughts rather than just being on auto. I was asking myself different kinds of questions. I was paying attention to things, I felt alive instead of like a walking corpse.
It felt... good...
But it hurt so badly...
But still, mother...
I can feel emotions and feelings again now, which is awesome, but this isn't worth it!
Mother!
Father!
Everyone who died!
If this is my fault, I am sorry! I am so sorry! If whatever may be up there did this to make me feel things again, then I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'd rather go back and you all be alive than this!
No...
It's not my fault...
right...?
Why am I blaming myself? In the past, when something bad happened to me or someone else, I'd never blame myself or anyone, I'd just be like 'It happened, now there's no point in thinking about it'...
But now isn't the past I guess... Even if the way I thought about that was correct...
Is this how normal people feel? Self hatred? If so, I feel bad for my mother and my sisters... I hope they don't feel like this often... well, I know Julie used to, but I hope they don't feel it very often still.
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Missing Heart
AdventureIt's a zombie apocalypse. The 3 siblings and a few other people they picked up have to try to survive in the wasteland with famine, lack of medicine, and of course, zombies. Why did this happen? Who caused this apocalypse to happen? Pretty soon they...
