I finally found the key to my memory. I'm so scared now that a firing squad would be more pleasant than the truth.
I can just see what has been awaiting me, eluding me, all of this time.
It's the place where I used to work, a restaurant.
My body feels like a werewolf metamorphosising as the truth slowly unravels. I feel like Michael Jackson in Thriller, each time a new truth is known. It hurts like fucking hell each time it happens.
I know that I would rather face a firing squad than to remember what's been hiding.
As soon as I can recall small details, it will come flooding back. And I will be unable to contain my pain and horror will come.
All I can think of are swear words.
I haven't thought about the inside of there since I had worked there. Fuck.
I'm aware of two things happening simultaneously.
I want to know what happened and I don't want to know either. I don't want to think about this, but it's all I can think of.
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