Jul 21, 2009 20:55
You told me that I wouldn't have to go now. You fucking TOLD ME I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO. I've done everything you said, risking my life for this whole Reaper crap and now you- Please. Not now, just give me some time. A decade or two, a few years, just not now. I've been doing a good job, haven't I? Every file completed with 100% success.
[ there's a choked sob forcing its way from his throat. Despite past situations, he had never been one to show such private emotion; however, whatever he's dreaming is enough to evoke a desperate reaction from him.]
I don't want to go. I don't want to go. Please not now, not while I'm still alive, just please-
[a sudden pause]
...Don't fucking call me that. I don't care if its true, you have no right to call me that regardless. My Father is dead. I don't want to hear that word from your mouth.
fuck you satan,
do not want dreams,
cursed