Life

I was born in a small town
In 1975.
My name is Essie.
I traveled a world of abuse alone.
My classmate started to show affection.
I killed my classmate by accident.
I couldn't stand the inner blame.
I tried to die.
My brother was born.
My brother suffered from the world around just as me.
I turned on the world that was ever turned on me.
I made a broken person commit murder, and participated.
I became jealous, for my new friend had someone else.
I killed my new friend's wife.
My new friend made me promise I won't hurt his children.
I danced at the stage, making my new friend inspired.
My new friend asked me to look after his daughter, but I let her die instead.
My new friend wanted to kill me, and I said it's all right. But he changed his mind.
My new friend started to worry because my late classmate's father investigated last disappearances.
I killed my late classmate's father.
On a dark thunderstorm night my new friend suffered nearly fatal accident.
I came running late.
My new friend was bleeding in my arms, screaming for help.
I promised it's going to be okay.
Ambulance took him to ICU.
At the morning, he woke up.
He revealed to me that he was doing researches on something far beyond comprehension, ever since the murder I made him commit.
He said monsters caused him to get hurt in the abandoned building.
I burned abandoned building to the ground.
I ran away from home.
I was doing researches now instead, spending every day and night working on electric fluid in the basement.
My new friend stayed disabled and lived in constant pain.
He was snapping at me.
I was hitting him.
I was going insane.
I ran out of energy, and had to gain some more.
I went after a family of my new friend's old tormentor, and also a monster that hurt him.
I killed a younger daughter from that family.
My late classmate's father had a plan before I killed him, involving one of my new friend's past tormentors, and his oldest child.
They staged a fire.
My new friend went there, not warning me, like last time.
I came running late, again.
I tried to lead my new friend out, but a part of the falling roof collapsed on us.
We spent decades in a realm of nightmares.
I met my late classmate there, controlled by the host into killing us against her own will.
She said she didn't hate me, and hatred never makes anything okay.
In the end, I destroyed the realm, freeing my late classmate.
My new friend and I argued in the void.
I wanted to stay sleeping.
He wanted to live.
To make him happy, I choose to have us wake up.
I came to in the hospital, where I lay in coma for many years, in a horrible condition.
Mentally, I contacted my little brother, who was already grown up at the time.
He returned to hometown with his daughter, and I took advantage of her mind for some hours.
I learned he was a doctor, and lived a happy life with his family. I was happy for him, so I decided against telling him the truth.
I was long dead for everyone in this new world.
They soon left, after visiting graves of my parents, and my empty grave.
I recovered after energy intake, and as soon as I did, I went searching for my new friend.
I found him.
After giving him energy, I made him recover too.
We were free.
But I hated it.
I hated the fact that we will never die anymore.
I was worried about infinite future.
Didn't recognize the world.
Knowing we could barely sleep, suffering trauma forever from hell we had been through.
I was broken.
I came each day to visit my late classmate's grave.
And I wished she could rest in peace, for no apology would ever revert everything I've done.