Corbin laid her cards out and crushed my card with her bare hands. "Looks like I won. Let me give you a quick fact about the world." She crawled up to me, getting closer and closer till her nose was touching mine. Her eyes were eerily focused on my pupils, moving with precision as her eyes matched every stutter my eyes made. "In a world with room for only one protagonist, you have to be the antagonist to everyone's story. Why would you change for a world that views you as the devil."
I couldn't even process what she was telling me, the shift in personally left me speechless. "Wha-" Suddenly I found myself waking up in bed again. In a story that only has one room for a fool, who would that be? The one who knows they're in a story or the one who goes through their journey ignorant.
(What is insanity? Is it repeating an action despite the consequence being the same each time? Or is it the lack of shame? The repetition of everything? The knowledge of everything? An extreme amount of feeling? Or…is it self mutilation?)
I stared at the boy with the mask, ready to end what was a long journey of self discovery. I'm gonna be the hero, the one who frees everyone from this psychological hell. I'm gonna survive, even if that means destroying everything that makes me…me. I'm gonna destroy everything that gets in the way of my goal, everything. I want the truth, even if it hurts me. I want to find a way out of here. I want to…live!