Tim's Point of view;
I've been pondering over the same question for weeks, Could that man, that same man I pushed off the edge be..... Brian? I mean I don't actually remember seeing his face. But that hoodie, that same fucking hoodie that he had worn that day, he (the masked man of course) had also been wearing.
I know I know, the possibility of somebody else wearing a hoodie that looked exactly like it is greater than 99.99999 but I just couldn't live it down. But it seemed all too familiar, like the one I had bought him for Christmas a year prior of the interview.... It just seems so.... Confusing.
I ran a hand through my hair, my shaking fingers seemed to pull at knots from the lack of me taking care of my self, but I just didn't care at the time..... Or even now. My mind also wandered to Jay, poor guy, but it was his damn fault. I told him to fucking stay put, but no, his ass had to haul himself over. He just had to.
I shook my head, all of this thinking was going to make me go insane, and that's saying something. I've been trying to keep my sanity at a tolerable level it would be a shame if it were to just disappear because of this though.
You see the funny part about this whole operator shit, is that I still see him, everywhere lurking around in the corner of my eyes. I know I'm not crazy, for I wasn't the only one who has seen him. Jay.... Seth. (I wonder what ever happened to him)... Brian.... Alex.... Jessica.... And probably thousands of other people had been infected with his presence.
I coughed, slightly, it wasnt too harsh or painful like they usually are, but soon my slight coughing became painful hacking and I felt my throat go dry. My throat burned with the sensation of blood and I ran to the bathroom to spit it out. Large amours of crimson globs of blood came out of my mouth and into the sink, I turned on the water spilling handfuls in my mouth at a time to get all of the blood out. I pulled out the pills in my cabinet and I took 3. My mind felt hazy and I looked in the mirror to see the fucking creature standing behind me, his head tilting to one side but other than that he remained still. I reeled my head back but I could not see him. Then everything turned to normal, leaving me to wonder if what I had witnessed was real of if I was truly going crazy.
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