Restart

Can I ask you, Dawn, a question? Do you believe that things can get better? Do you believe Obama, the news, and anyone else when they say that everyone's lives can be changed by a small action, like breaking a pot can put a man into a deep depression? Don't. Don't you ever believe it. A man has murdered a woman because the voices in his head told him to. Was I fazed? No. I SMILED when I heard that news. But, now a woman is dead and I'm smiling. No, I didn't kill her. I'm just a little girl. Young. Harmless. Right? No, I've told you not to believe anyone when they tell you that things will change. Now, I need you to not believe ANYTHING. Not a soul can tell you different.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must restart. Oh, I didn't tell you about the restarting? Well, it goes like this. I lurk through the night. I try to find a prostitute near our city limits before we're in the next county. I take her home, down to the basement. She thinks she'll get some, but instead, I find the cleanest area down there. I let her decide her fate, knife or gun. I kill her, let her blood drip into a bathtub. Ahh, tonight feels like it's gonna be a knife. Anyway, I bathe in her collected blood, using her stomach as a sponge. Now, I'm of to find my reboot. My restart.

You idiot! I said not to believe anything I said, dumbass!

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