heathens

and now they're outside

josh cannot be real. he cannot exist. yet for some reason, he did.

i can't explain how it's possible, because it's not. there is no reasonable explanation for josh's presence. the guards treated him like he was a person. he's not the monster, i am.

"josh," i whisper into the darkness. no one answers. i don't know where i am. "josh, please." again, there's no response. where is my angel?

"i'm a monster, i'm so sorry," i say, beginning to beg for forgiveness or help or any sign that i'm not alone. "i didn't want to hurt anybody," i choke out.

the flashbacks start, ripping through my chest like a hurricane.

the yellow light starts spinning. my hands are covered in blood. i'm holding a knife in my hand, hunched over a body.

a body with a face i immediately recognize.

josh.