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This suffocation i feel, enclosing on my heart... What is it? Why does it squeeze so? I hurt, i murder, i bleed. That is my way of life. That is who i am? But why when i say it, does it sound like im trying to convince myself of who i am? Why does it sound wrong to me when i say that i have killed, that i have hurt people. Ever since i was a child, ive wanted to be a Death Eater. Ever since my father died before my eyes, ive wanted to kill those who took him.... But why does it sound so wrong right now?
Vayne sat in an almost empty diner in Brixton. He had been there for close to an hour, and had gone through about four cups of coffee. He was conflicted, and he didnt like being so. He hadnt been to Headquaters all day because he hadnt felt up to a new assignment. What was wrong with him? He was deteriorating, and he didnt like it. He needed someone to confide in, but he was a Death Eater... He had no one.
Vayne sat in an almost empty diner in Brixton. He had been there for close to an hour, and had gone through about four cups of coffee. He was conflicted, and he didnt like being so. He hadnt been to Headquaters all day because he hadnt felt up to a new assignment. What was wrong with him? He was deteriorating, and he didnt like it. He needed someone to confide in, but he was a Death Eater... He had no one.