My head’s now hurting since I’ve been thinking for too long. I can’t stop pacing back and forth in the aisle of this old church where they kept me locked in.
For some reason, these people really think that I’m a murderer. A notorious one, at that. But I’m not! I haven’t murdered anyone! I don’t plan on murdering anyone!
What have I pushed myself into? I shouldn’t have come to this town! I should’ve made my way to my parents’ house, or better yet along with them on their graves since I’m a dead meat, either choices I make!
But now’s not the time to argue with myself. I have to get out of this hideous place. All I can see is dust covering almost the entire place. All the seats are covered with dust. They don’t even have cushions that I can sleep on to.
But why am I kept at this old chu
