"I'm supposed to do something, I thought I was supposed to do something," says Jason, and it's something he only admits to himself in his own nightmares, his failure too horrible to revisit in the too real light of day. "He cut my throat," he says, voice higher now, throat tighter with a hysteria that's only just under control.
He rubs a hand over his chest. The scalpel had gone right through his heart. If he tries, he can still feel it. He doesn't try.
"What if I'm not supposed to be alive? Our world, stupid, crazy shit happens all the time. I could be a mistake."
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Date: 2011-02-27 07:40 am (UTC)He rubs a hand over his chest. The scalpel had gone right through his heart. If he tries, he can still feel it. He doesn't try.
"What if I'm not supposed to be alive? Our world, stupid, crazy shit happens all the time. I could be a mistake."