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- It has come. My coming is nigh. I am coming to see you again, my Creator, as I fall onto dust, from which you have made me.- The words lingered in the air, stagnant as the fog enveloping the poor soul. The midnight blackness dimming the sole source of light near where he stood – a mere candle – and yet the memories of his inner darkness remained so vivid in his head, replaying over and over again. He glanced up at the night sky, immersing himself in the moment, feeling desolate but happy, alone but in companionship. Companionship, of course, was something he thought he understood, but it was also something he took for granted.

Then, wedding march. Now, funeral march.

What is Blood? Is it the ooze that keeps us alive. The fluid that pushes us, To the everyday blocks, That punish us? Is it the object that contains us, That prevents us, From opening, Pandora's Box? Is it the character, then That dispels, All doubt, From the mind? Is it the entity, That helps the Brain, That enlightens us, So that we know, How to enlighten others? Is it the embodiment, Of Life itself, So that if we lose it, We lose Life? Indeed, Blood is an anomaly, That was such, But is now no more. Until the last drop is spilled, Of which belongs to Humans, The Blood of other Creatures, Will be spilt.

Well, this is the end of the line, my dear journal. After years, the past has finally caught up with me. I guess there's no escaping it now. I always thought the past, the WHOLE past is just buried in a coffin under the sands of time. Forgotten, useless, that's wH1at they are. The past is nothing more than events that have happened, and in no way affecting the present. Yes, I know. My way of thinking is weird, but what does one expect from someone who: 1. was almost aborted, 2. dropped on the head at age 2, 3. became an orphan at age 6, 4. moving in and out of foster houses for 10 years, 5. betrayed by "friends" multiple times, 6. somehow e

He was lost. Oh, so lost. Up, down, left, right, back, front. Wherever he looked, there was only lush forest and thick greenery to be seen. No hint of where he was, nor a clue on where the exit - if there was any - was. He was starting to regret ever embarking on this leisure walk of his. He was getting worried - the cloud was beginning to engulf the sun. Soon, there was to be no sun, and all that will be left is a grey sky. "Damn, going here was a horrid decision." It sure is. But think again, is it? A voice. Not his inner voice, the one that entertained him the first time he was here. It was a female voice. "Who's there!?" He tried to

It was all but quiet, save the occasional hiss of the wind as it whizzed past the trees around him. He had gone into temporary hiding, for a quite peculiar reason, at least to the others' ears: "Something personal. You don't need to know..." They took his word for it, much to his relief and surprise. With that green light, he explored the inner depths of Mystic Forest, hoping to find a peaceful and lonely area where he can, in his words, clear his mind. Might as well, considering the events that he had been involved in in the past few days. Too much for a normal soul to accept as reality; first, to cross to another world, then, to save a life

Friday                                                                                                                                                               9 XXXX 20X7 My Last Entry 17:01 I just have to get this out. Before it's too late. I don't know what to do anymore. The world, MY world is just crumbling every second. My friends have alienated me, and I feel worthless. I'm left to rot, all alone to mourn the death of the one true love of my life. Come to think about it, I've ALWAYS been alone. Even Sonic calls me weird, and never visits me anymore. Is this the hero that I looked up to all these years? After all the years, all

Hey there, how you feeling? ...nnnnggghh....wh........where...oh, here again? Duhh.... where else can you see me? ....so....I'm...asleep....again...eh? Well, obviously. Your common sense really goes down the drain when you're asleep, doesn't it? But then again, same case for everyone... ...what the hell are you blabbering about, you fuck? Hey, don't get rude to me, you slut. Shut up..... .................. Why so silent? And why so downcast? Cheer up, you emo. You know damn well why I'm like this... don't bother talking with me... You think I do? I told you before, I can't see what you see. Need I remind you... only thing I can do

He took some time to gather what had been said to him. "Consolations? Consolations? All that I've been through, officer, and all you can offer me is a fucking CONSOLATION!?" "Mr, you have to understand, all of them were in critical condition. The medical staff had done their best, but it was already too late. The injuries were too much. They, at best, would be permanently paralyzed and probably would've been amputated due to the extent of their injuries. Whoever it was, definitely wanted them to suffer, alive or dead. Whoever it is, we'll definitely get him. I give you my word. He had done multiple murders, based on his modus operandi, and-

Dead silence. Was I wrong? Had I just gone ahead of myself and had been deluded with the belief that this impossible reality is possible after all? It was in a dream! Since when has dreams predicted the future? But, my subconscious.... Had I imagined that as well? That my encounter had all been an illusion? Please, let it be an illusion! I do not want such a horrible reality to be true! PLEASE! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ They were tongue-tied. Dumbstruck. An array of thoughts raced to their minds. Did he really just ask that? How did he knew Tails? Or e