I…I don’t even know what to say. I don’t know how to respond to this.
Girl’s gone. She’s…she’s gone. She just fucking up and left. Sent me off to get food and then just fucking took off. Her note. She left a note. God, let me get it. Just let me get it and type it up for you.
[Jekyll]
I’m sorry. I can’t stay around here anymore. I’m not strong like you. I wish I could stay around and help you, but as it is, I’m just a burden. I can’t keep imposing on you. So this is goodbye. I’m becoming a runner. I feel trapped staying in one place, but maybe, if I’m on the move, he won’t be able to catch me. I mean, it’s worked for M, right? I know how much your eyes light up when you talk about him. I found that memorial for him you set up. It’s nice. It’s great that he’s alive and everything, but part of me almost thinks that it’s too bad that he is, after all that eulogy and everything. Personally, I think you do his job better than he does. But I guess I’m just biased.
Well…I guess this is later, gator. I’m sorry, [Jekyll]. I wish I was strong enough to say goodbye.
[Girl]
…I don’t know what to fucking do now. She…I spent so much trying to help her. And what did I do? Nothing. She fucking bolted. Now she’s on her own, where she’ll be vulnerable.
Okay, so maybe she can survive as a runner. But let’s be honest with ourselves, shall we? In her current state, so psychologically broken, how long do you suppose she will last? Her likelihood of surviving is rapidly dwindling. She lacks both the sanity and stability to do anything fucking sensible. She’s running because she’s panicking, not because she’s got a plan. How do I even fucking react to this?
Now what? Where do I even fucking go from here?
*sunglasses off*
ReplyDeleteYou go after her, dickwad.
*sunglasses on*
But seriously she can't have got that far without leaving a trail if you look hard enough. Especially in her state.
This isn't the fucking wilderness, Ben. There's not like there's footprints of some sort that I can follow. Her car's gone, she left her phone behind, and she may as well be in another state by this point.
ReplyDeleteAny ideas of where to start would be appreciated, though.
Don't go after her. Don't let her get to you. She knows your blog, she can find you if she wants to. And if not...
ReplyDeleteAnd, alright, say you want to do a foolhardy thing like go after Girl, then you'll have to do some digging. What states does she know? Does she have distant relatives around? Does she have any places she frequents that her family doesn't know about?
Also, avoid her boyfriend. He's going to be pissed.
...Ah, shit, forgot about him. Well, whoop-de-fucking-do.
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