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I spent four years alone
I spent them all at home
Dreaming, dreaming away
Into a land that I could fade away
I could see hands, long skinny red hands flourishing from the void, surrounding that staircase. I could feel the red light from outside trying to pull me in.
I remember that hand that pulled me in and suffocated me until it taught me how to breathe.
I remember the steak, the meat being warmed up by the microwave and eating it like my life depended on it.
How foolish it was to open that door, thinking she was still alive.
How foolish it was to open that door again, and step into the light that I didn’t deserve
Now standing on the rooftop, I understand why Omori kept me hidden away. What I had done, and what consequences that led up to it.
I didn’t picture myself being free, I pictured the others being free from me, how much pain I had brought up to them, and how they didn’t deserve it. What Basil does now is in his hands.
I brought one shaking leg over air, and the other following it close behind.
I hope they understand.