Words on a page...

...could never illustrate how I feel. I had been woken up to a part of life that was previously unaware to me. And I hated it. I understand not how it happened, only that it did, and things were forever changed. Could you try to understand for a moment? Imagine you wake up tomorrow and something cracks in the recesses of your mind, and after that crack you start noticing things. People you pass on the street seem less real, almost shadows. Buildings you see in the distance seem flat, as if they are just set dressing. And then you start hearing it.

Clack clack clack.

With each of these noises something happens. I get out of bed, I start to get ready for the day, and then I'm on the walk to class. Each time I hear it I want to look around and see where it's coming from. But then I realized, by the time I hear it, it's already been written.

I won't be able to ever find the origin of the noise, because if you're reading this then the story has been complete. I've already done everything I could say or do. All that's left is for you to finish the story. Then I'll be gone. Forever. I asked for your understanding earlier, can I ask for another favor? This last sentence, could you read it slowly, just so I don't have to go so soon?