Mouthwashing: The Good Ending

Chapter 6: Curly's Purgatory

I̸̲͖͗͒͝͝ ̶̛͕̝͉̖̮̼̄̈́͐̔̓́͘̚w̶̲͉̯͇̠̜̆̋̊͆͝͝i̷͚̩̗͖̬̇̆͝l̶̢͇̯̜̺̺̲̙̃̿̏́́̎̊̈́͜͝l̴̹͑̿̇ ̷̯͇͗̀́͒̔̂͆͝͝͝ṱ̵̯͚̠͖͕̻̖̌͛̅̂͂̏̕͜a̷̛̦͐́̈́̒̐͝͠͠ͅḵ̶̩͓͋ę̷̬̥̱̀̎͂́̿̍̋͠ ̵̗̣͚͛r̷̡͈̼̰̠̱̬̿̐̈́̈́͐̏̕͘é̵͉̹̣̠̮̞s̵̨̧̭͍̫̮̎͐͛̂̉̒̚͝p̶̧̺̳̺̪͇̻̞̍̿͗͌͗̄̋͒̕ͅǒ̸̢̟̩̰̫̪̭̥̯̓̓̒̌n̵͕̣͕̊̃̈́́s̵͍͔̣͙̼̟̈́́̍́͊̕͜ͅì̶̟͛̆̀̑͊b̷̼̯͍͍̆͆̿̅̓̍̾ͅï̵̞̪̼͉͕̗̊͗͂͛̄l̷̨̛͔̱̳̝̥͇͊́̔͆̀̕͝͠ȉ̴̲͇̺̌̀͆͛̉͆͌̃t̸̛̥̭͌̉̓̀̍͆͗̕y̶̤͔̜̬̖̎͗̿͜͝.̷̧̧̧̡͙̜̹͙͚̭͆̐̓̐̔̊͌͒

Never would have I known that my cowardness would make everyone shatter into pieces.

I̸̲͖͗͒͝͝ ̶̛͕̝͉̖̮̼̄̈́͐̔̓́͘̚w̶̲͉̯͇̠̜̆̋̊͆͝͝i̷͚̩̗͖̬̇̆͝l̶̢͇̯̜̺̺̲̙̃̿̏́́̎̊̈́͜͝l̴̹͑̿̇ ̷̯͇͗̀́͒̔̂͆͝͝͝ṱ̵̯͚̠͖͕̻̖̌͛̅̂͂̏̕͜a̷̛̦͐́̈́̒̐͝͠͠ͅḵ̶̩͓͋ę̷̬̥̱̀̎͂́̿̍̋͠ ̵̗̣͚͛r̷̡͈̼̰̠̱̬̿̐̈́̈́͐̏̕͘é̵͉̹̣̠̮̞s̵̨̧̭͍̫̮̎͐͛̂̉̒̚͝p̶̧̺̳̺̪͇̻̞̍̿͗͌͗̄̋͒̕ͅǒ̸̢̟̩̰̫̪̭̥̯̓̓̒̌n̵͕̣͕̊̃̈́́s̵͍͔̣͙̼̟̈́́̍́͊̕͜ͅì̶̟͛̆̀̑͊b̷̼̯͍͍̆͆̿̅̓̍̾ͅï̵̞̪̼͉͕̗̊͗͂͛̄l̷̨̛͔̱̳̝̥͇͊́̔͆̀̕͝͠ȉ̴̲͇̺̌̀͆͛̉͆͌̃t̸̛̥̭͌̉̓̀̍͆͗̕y̶̤͔̜̬̖̎͗̿͜͝.̷̧̧̧̡͙̜̹͙͚̭͆̐̓̐̔̊͌͒

All I ever did was please my crew. I'd thought I was being a good leader, but I'm a fraud and I only realised it when the ship who had seen my wrongdoing punished me.

I̸̲͖͗͒͝͝ ̶̛͕̝͉̖̮̼̄̈́͐̔̓́͘̚w̶̲͉̯͇̠̜̆̋̊͆͝͝i̷͚̩̗͖̬̇̆͝l̶̢͇̯̜̺̺̲̙̃̿̏́́̎̊̈́͜͝l̴̹͑̿̇ ̷̯͇͗̀́͒̔̂͆͝͝͝ṱ̵̯͚̠͖͕̻̖̌͛̅̂͂̏̕͜a̷̛̦͐́̈́̒̐͝͠͠ͅḵ̶̩͓͋ę̷̬̥̱̀̎͂́̿̍̋͠ ̵̗̣͚͛r̷̡͈̼̰̠̱̬̿̐̈́̈́͐̏̕͘é̵͉̹̣̠̮̞s̵̨̧̭͍̫̮̎͐͛̂̉̒̚͝p̶̧̺̳̺̪͇̻̞̍̿͗͌͗̄̋͒̕ͅǒ̸̢̟̩̰̫̪̭̥̯̓̓̒̌n̵͕̣͕̊̃̈́́s̵͍͔̣͙̼̟̈́́̍́͊̕͜ͅì̶̟͛̆̀̑͊b̷̼̯͍͍̆͆̿̅̓̍̾ͅï̵̞̪̼͉͕̗̊͗͂͛̄l̷̨̛͔̱̳̝̥͇͊́̔͆̀̕͝͠ȉ̴̲͇̺̌̀͆͛̉͆͌̃t̸̛̥̭͌̉̓̀̍͆͗̕y̶̤͔̜̬̖̎͗̿͜͝.̷̧̧̧̡͙̜̹͙͚̭͆̐̓̐̔̊͌͒

Now I lay awake craving the comfort of painkillers as my brain relishes the choices I regretfully made over and over again.

I̸̢͕̳̺̯̓͂̔ ̴̦̱̹̱̗̻̹̳̤̯̒̈͋͋͐w̵̛̻̟̘̳̙̓̚̚ǐ̴̢̬̞͓͎͓̞͍͇̠̐́̓̀̏̚͠l̸͈̮̞͖͕̯͍̰̺̯̿̾l̵̡̠̦̺̲͓̻̜̰͆͒͗̌͋̒͜ ̶͉̹̪̲̐̾̓̇͝ṯ̵͇̼̤͇͋å̴̱̻̝̞̞̻̲̱̍͊̽̉̄̈̈́͝͝k̷̢̧̼̞̣̲̂͜e̷̢̱̟̮̦͚̞̯͆ ̷̧̼͇͚̰̣͛̿͛͛̔̆͝͝r̸̨̭͕̻͉̺̃͊̀̂e̸̡̱̥͎̹̤̦̒̀̅͆̀̊̚̚ś̶̘̫̈́̀̑͗͋͠p̸̱͓̬̩͔̝̂̀̇̑́̀̅̃͘ͅó̵͔̩̥̼̪̹̲̣̳n̴̜̺͎̭͓̼͋̈̊͗̓͋̎́̽s̴̝̜͈͂i̵̤͗͒̈̕͝b̵͕͇̌͛̈́i̴̧̘̳͚͙̘̟͆̈͘͜l̸̛͙̖̜͎̬̻͔̹͖̀̓i̵̛̙̞̍̌̓̐̋̔̏̍͝t̸̖̩̳̘͈̮̝̥̃̈́̈́͂͊̍ͅy̶̧̭̰̻͒͊͆̍͐̚͝

It doesn't matter if they all forgive me or not. We are trapped and lost in space, though I'm hoping that the other will find a way to escape safely, even if they all abandon me.

I̸̲͖͗͒͝͝ ̶̛͕̝͉̖̮̼̄̈́͐̔̓́͘̚w̶̲͉̯͇̠̜̆̋̊͆͝͝i̷͚̩̗͖̬̇̆͝l̶̢͇̯̜̺̺̲̙̃̿̏́́̎̊̈́͜͝l̴̹͑̿̇ ̷̯͇͗̀́͒̔̂͆͝͝͝ṱ̵̯͚̠͖͕̻̖̌͛̅̂͂̏̕͜a̷̛̦͐́̈́̒̐͝͠͠ͅḵ̶̩͓͋ę̷̬̥̱̀̎͂́̿̍̋͠ ̵̗̣͚͛r̷̡͈̼̰̠̱̬̿̐̈́̈́͐̏̕͘é̵͉̹̣̠̮̞s̵̨̧̭͍̫̮̎͐͛̂̉̒̚͝p̶̧̺̳̺̪͇̻̞̍̿͗͌͗̄̋͒̕ͅǒ̸̢̟̩̰̫̪̭̥̯̓̓̒̌n̵͕̣͕̊̃̈́́s̵͍͔̣͙̼̟̈́́̍́͊̕͜ͅì̶̟͛̆̀̑͊b̷̼̯͍͍̆͆̿̅̓̍̾ͅï̵̞̪̼͉͕̗̊͗͂͛̄l̷̨̛͔̱̳̝̥͇͊́̔͆̀̕͝͠ȉ̴̲͇̺̌̀͆͛̉͆͌̃t̸̛̥̭͌̉̓̀̍͆͗̕y̶̤͔̜̬̖̎͗̿͜͝.̷̧̧̧̡͙̜̹͙͚̭͆̐̓̐̔̊͌͒

If ever (N/N) knows the truth, no, I hope she never finds the truth. I don't want her to look at me with disgrace, not her... I don't want (N/N) to hate me.