Maybe I was the one who made the Furies. Maybe we all made them. I’m not sure how it happened and I was there when they were born. But I wasn’t the one who set them loose on the world. They did that all on their own.
I’ll tell you the story as best I can, but I was on a lot of drugs back then. We all were. Designer drugs. Different from the ones I’m taking now. Who can say what they did to my memories? Do you really know what everything you’ve taken has done to your mind?
Some of you may be thinking I shouldn’t tell anyone what I saw. What if they come for me next?
But that’s exactly why I am telling you. Because I’m afraid. Not afraid that they’ll come for me. I’m afraid that they won’t come.
I guess I should say I’m sorry, even if it is too late.
Anyway. This is the way I remember i
