AAMON
I was sitting on the ground for minutes. Jackson already died. My mind went shut down after to everything happened. I didn’t even have the strength or courage to check Charles and Kevin. I didn’t have the guts to go back in the main door to check Richard.
I can’t hear anything. I supposed they all died. Then, I guess I have no toher reason anymore to stay here and breath. What would be my life purpose? I don’t f*****g care anymore about the grand prize. Even if I do that, I’m sure as hell that there are other statues who will kill me. Might as well follow my friends and kill myself.
I took a glance on my knife.
What is life?
Why do I have to experience all these hardships?
Why I can’t even save my friends?
I want answers. But I know it’s impossible to get answers right now. A
