I don’t know what’s more disgusting – the fact that I’m being fed lies, or that I’m starting to question some of them.
Where David and Khue are losing sleep, haunted by their ghosts, I sleep longer and deeper.
My dreams are anything but peaceful.
I know there’s no such thing as black and white, good and bad, but I hoped. Stupid, though.
If it weren’t for David, I think my mind would be long gone by now.
But as I sit with him, that voice in the back of my mind speaks up.
I push it away.
Lies. All lies.