He's here

He's just standing there he looks like a normal man, just no face no distinguishable difference apart from the face, or lack of it. At least with the Slender Man, he is tall, a lurching gait, like there was a roof to the world that he was inhabiting. But no He just sits there, in an armchair, in the corner, even if I'm on the road just under a bridge, he's there with his armchair, looking and writing.

He sometimes turns the pages to me, and shows me the people I've killed, or caused their death by my actions, I saw Johnny, Kat, her brother, father, and her mother, all the runners I've killed, even a picture of myself, inferring that I killed  Manic. Well I'm not alone, that's a good thing, I think, but I have no human contact. I can't risk others dying for helping me, I keep seeing Kat's dad dying, relived the moment so many times. I left Ireland, as that was where I was. I need to check how Tom and Aoife are, I need to make sure her dreams aren't putting her in danger, Tom is stubborn his mind won't let him accept what he has forgotten. I am going to go and see Sirus, and his poor excuse for an army, I will see all my old contacts, Manic may be brought back if my hunch is right, though I doubt it is possible.

But he is here, always there shaking his finger at ideas that he doesn't approve of, smiling when I fall too far into despair, and I've started to see a little boy with no face, sitting by his chair playing with some, vicious looking contraption. I'm almost sure he is one of the boys from the story, I see him in my dreams as well he leads me through my life all my terrible deeds, he has led me through all my good moments, he said to me once, don't worry Sane I am your friend, you won't die, not yet.

I am going to die soon at his hand or my own, Paul, if I die or Manic is the only one that survives, live for the dead, as you are one of the few that can remember them, and Manic will not be the same as if I am right his mind will not be the same he will not be able to feel like before, he will be like he was before, cold, unfeeling, dead.

-Sane

TBP: 100 posts and I am going to die soon I wonder if I've lived my life well, splurged over this virtual tombstone of 1's and 0's. I would like to say yes, but that would not be the right answer, I can't decide if my life has been lived well. I'm not dead yet.