My Last Post.

Sorry, I know... I cut that off early. Before I head out again I figure I'll write another post to clarify. I just... When I recounted His appearance, I just couldn't go on. He is definitely toying with me. Of course he wouldn't kill me. He hasn't quite ruined the point of living for me yet. Maybe I sound brave saying that, but truth is I just don't like the thought of dying. I'm a coward.

After His unearthly desire to destroy the most beautiful things in this world had played out the somber scene, I didn't stay long. I checked to see if she was still alive, but to no avail. The top of the car was bashed in pretty bad, maybe two whole feet. Where a living, breathing, beautiful person sat smiling back at me only seconds ago, there now laid a haunting mess of red. The worst part was, her face was still entirely intact, and it stared back at me, eyes mocking me and jaw gaping. I couldn't help but hold her hand one last time before I heard the sirens and donned my hood, sprinting off for God knows where.

If this reaches her parents- and I don't believe I need to provide a name for that brutal and specific of a crime- then please believe me; I will never forgive myself, and you shouldn't either. I am doing my best to avenge your daughter, as well.

At one point in my life, I had it far too easy. I had a lot of what I wanted delivered to me. I got depressed, and wished in an odd sense to grow old and regretful. As if a life of regret was exactly what I deserved. I can't help but wonder if these emotions are what He uses to get His way in... Or if they make us more enjoyable prey. But I sure as Hell am regretting getting my wish now. I'd take it all back in a heartbeat.

For now, I am on a fast food joint's wifi, and I don't know where I'm heading next. I'm looking to test a theory, though... So I may have a specific destination in mind. No guarantees. I promise to start posting regularly again.

Sincerely,
Alexander