Chapter Six – The Time Draws Nearer (The Memoirs of Paolo Bianchi)
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‘I think we all wish we could erase some dark times in our lives. But all of life's experiences, bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of life's experiences would be a great mistake.’ ~ Luis Miguel
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I look back at the past and think. And wonder. Why did I do it? But let’s not dwell upon the past too much, what is done is done. As it stands, I do not have the ability to turn back the clocks. I cannot change my actions. But, hopefully, I can do something about the future. At present, I am stuck. I am bound. But in the future who knows? Most likely I will be dead as my endeavours could cost me my life.
But death will finally bring me the peace I need.
It will relieve my tortured mind.
At least...if all goes well.
The time draws nearer, my friend, they are getting stronger, closer. It is beginning. People will be hurt, killed and taken. I only wish there was something I could do right now, right here to end it. But I can’t. They want to change them, to turn them. But they can’t.
They can’t.
Not without me...without the others.
All I can do is pray the others are on my side. That they are not yet corrupt.
My eyes blur, the page swims in front of me, letters turn into one smudge. I haven’t slept in days but it feels more like weeks. My hands are heavy as I lift them to type, the clicking of my typewriter has become a sound I draw comfort from. It lets me know I’m alive. I’m still awake. I’m still working. Typing.
Writing.
For you, my dear reader. So you might know and understand what I went through...although I mustn’t reveal too much, so that this will not be repeated again. So that people will not get ideas. Future evil minds may try, but they shall not succeed. I will make sure of that.
I keep saying things that I will do yet I haven’t had the chance. You must be thinking I’m all talk, but I’m biding my time...even though I have little of it to bide.I have to wait for things to happen before I can reveal myself, before I can help. But I’m just so alone right now as I wait in the darkness. I need someone to talk to...someone other than my demons and this old machine. So excuse me if I stray off topic, if I talk of strange things. But I’m going mad. My mind is not what it was. It is broken.
Dear reader, what is the sky like today? How are the canals? The buildings? Is the old theatre still standing? Oh, how I wish you could answer me. How I wish you could tell me...how things are out there. But forgive me, I’m falling asleep. I can no longer see the letters on my typewriter. I can only hear the sounds.
People say your last sense to go before you die if your hearing.
But let’s hope I’m falling into slumber, not something deeper.
Stay strong, my friend. Let’s hope our dreams don’t take the form of nightmares.
Your humble servant,
Paolo Bianchi
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Author's Note: The reason for my double upload? Well, this is a short chapter and I didn't think it fair to give it to you as the next 'whole' update, so I give it to you now. I understand it doesn't make much sense...but it will, eventually. I hope :) Thanks for reading :)
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