Time to tell you all about what I told Joel a couple of days ago.
There have been two things that happened that have put me in this mess I am right now really. The first one was... Well... What I said in the last post. The second one was something that happened at the wedding.
There were proxies, and explosions, and so much chaos. I tried helping people treat wounds, but that proved not so helpful considering I didn't have anything on me, and there were only really cuts and scrapes to deal with. It was then that I heard the whole commotion coming from the hall.
I saw August, Spence, and Elaine getting into a brawl and, it was stupid, but I kind of wanted to prove to myself that I was tired of being this damsel for Joel to rescue. I had a knife, one of them ran at me with a knife of their own and I stabbed them. I heard the knife clatter to the floor and everything just slowed. It was his voice as he cried out from behind the mask. He was younger than me.
I mean, I know that I'm not exactly the youngest guy to see Slendy, but I stabbed him in the gut, a kid, a scared kid. I could feel blood on my hands, I still do when I think about it. I just held him, laying him down on his back and pulling the mask off. He couldn't have been older than sixteen and I murdered him. When I saw his face, he just looked at me. Like I was stupid for rejecting their "Father's Love."
Then he stopped breathing.
That was the first time I'd taken a life. Ever. And it was a kid.
I don't even know his name.
I don't know what scares me more. That I killed someone. Or that I can't get five words out of my head.
"One down, more to go."