
Arlo Mason. My name was Arlo Mason. It was 1991 when I had just turned 17. Thats when the disaster happened. I went missing four days before it happened. I was once like them. Had my own life. Contained my own feelings. Lived apart of the world like anyone else. I was the youngest of three. My brothers had moved into college so as usual my mom was in tears. I'd do anything to receive her attention. Even my father. I never spoke except for once in my life. Jess. The Only person who's ever heard my voice. I could hear the voices around me,but my words never wanted to leave my lips. Sometimes I heard voices from other people, at least I think they were people.The voices came to me only when I was in the woods really. But I mean, I could hear my own words, which was good. As I did spent a vast majority of my time in the woods, I heard a lot of that was being planned or disgusted among others, but I never saw them once. All of the fears I had in my dreams were coming to life. Now here I am. Suddenly aware of who I am to this world.Tous Droits Réservés
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