Every time I see it, I get a sudden urge to take a weapon and smear it across my face.
I am overridden by guilt for something that never happened. That is what He tells me, anywho.
And who am I to doubt Him?
There is so much I can't recall, that I don't know if any of it ever happened. I do not know if I want to recall it, if it is there. If I can.
But what I do know is that there is a neverending presence haunting me. And it won't leave. No matter how much I run. It doesn't have to run after me, it's always there. It is a part of me, no matter where I go. I cannot leave it.
He tells me it is wise of me to ignore it. Another voice tells me to kill it. And a strange sound makes me want to face it.
And I choose to keep running.
