Hurt. Revised Escape From This Afterlife Preview! · 3:15am Jun 20th, 2015
Crunch. Crunch.
Gravel cracked under my shoes as I walked, and walked, and walked; for what seemed like a time period of very fucking long. The hot, bright sun beamed down on me, punishing me with it's great heat and ungodlike radiance.
My clothes were wet with sweat, but stained with blood. Human blood. Humans that morally wrong in their ways, and deserved justice. Justice, that I delivered in unorthodox methods and ways, but in the end, I still murdered them.
That fact is a numbness in my mind, one that I pushed to the very back, locked behind a door, and pressed a bookcase against the door. Everytime I tried to think about it, my mind would reject the thought and I'd start focusing on something else.
It's almost as if I know that if I try to think about the sins I committed, some kind of... Force, restricts me from ever bringing it into the forefront of my mind, and since then, it's starting to slip my mind. Eventually, I'll forget it ever happened.
And, I swear I heard a voice in my mind, faintly whisper "Twists and turns."