I... guess I owe an explanation for the last entry don't I? Well, it's... difficult to explain. Per usual my memory is spotty as fuck and I only remember moments of his death. Who is he you ask? No one. A complete stranger, some random man on the street. I didn't even know his name. Did he have a family? I don't know. Fuck, I don't even own a gun, it must've come from someone else.
It was dark, 11:30 in the PM. I and the boy, the one from my room, were walking down the street. I can't recall why. He whispers to me, pointing down the road. I couldn't quite see what was down there, it was just a blur of colors. The man I.. killed came into view.
My hand feels heavier.
The gun.
I put it in my pocket. Next thing I knew the man was on the ground with blood seeping through his shirt.
I need to rest.... The burns are unbearable....
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Cerita PendekIt started with a journal, a small, stupid journal. And now it seems the world is crashing down on me. And all I have to prove myself, to show people I exist, is that book. And now that you are reading my story, I pray to God you don't share the sam...
