Latley i've been neglecting the fact that she wasn't supposed to be on the list. That we were supposed to go to this party and that would be the end of it. But well she was on the list. The list he kept in his drawer. The one he read every night before he went to bed. Where he would carefully read of each name as though there were not enough syllables to last until he grew tired. But there he name was written neatly in his block letters on the tiny peice of paper. I can't believe he considered her his friend. Of the few he had. Of course he didn't exactly give anyone a chance to be his friend. And once you were his friend you either stayed that way or didn't live to see morning. As far as i could tell people were better off ignoring him as though he didn't exist. I can't believe he thought she was his friend. I mean come on I was dating her. Of all the people in the world. He doesn't even know her. Just that we're together. But if he ever asked if they were friends and she said no now... well, he would kill her and I couldn't have that I would have to do something about it. I mean I can't just sit here while he silently plots the death of her in his head. With all the others. There are so many I could turn him into teh police.... but then they would all die. What was I going to do? No one stood a chance against him. He was too.... far gone.... too far away from the world. But I figure it out I would have to if I ever wanted to see her again.
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