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i am afraid
to look in the mirror
after i brush my teeth
i still feel the same
when i press on my gums
blood wells up so easily
thats not supposed to happen
right?theres something very wrong with me
i looked outside myself
and asked what was out there
“will i ever be understood?”“no.
of course not.
but there will be moments
where you feel like
the answer has always been yes”
Poem by PoI-7849 "Judah Canon" aka "hogwash101", dated June 12th, 2012.
first contact
There's a stranger on the swingset.
Judah approaches the park slowly, wheeling his bike up the slight hill. It's a warm almost-summer day, the setting sun casting warm streaks across the nearby soccer field.
The stranger isn't anyone Judah has seen before. It's a small town, and even though Judah isn't very social, the kid looks to be about his own age.
There's no rack, so Judah leaves his bike leaning against a tree. He approaches slowly, carefully. He feels some kind of pull forwards.
"Hi." Judah says once he's close enough. "I've never seen you before. What's your name?"
"Um. Hey." The stranger digs the toe of his shoe into the woodchips and doesn't make eye contact. "I'm James. You?"
"Judah." That's the name he's settled on for now.
good morning
Lying asleep in the backseat, James looks so young and so different from the man Judah has known for the past four years.
They've been driving for hours now. Judah hasn't looked back except to change lanes on the highway.
He's not really sure where they're going. The only goal was to get far, far away, and now that they've managed that, he's realizing that they don't have a plan.
The sun's rising.
Judah's been driving nonstop since they left. He's hungry and thirsty and he kind of has to pee, but most of all he's tired. Even though it's only felt like three, maybe four hours at most, he's feeling the full weight of the night before and the six hours of sitting in one place. He can't change how much time has truly passed.
There's a quiet noise from behind him. Judah keeps his eyes on the road. "Good morning."
"Good morning." James replies.
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Addendum-5649-2: Excerpt from a diary recovered from SCP-5649 during initial containment. Entry dated August 19th, 2016.
i don't want to do it. i don't want to be this person. i'm begging for forgiveness. i'm begging for freedom.
judah says he prays every night for me. for us. i am the antithesis of what he is praying to. i am a prophet. i am the closest anyone has known to apotheosis. i am so close to touching the stars and becoming a god among my people. i am not ready. i dont want to do it.
i dont feel like a prophet. i dont want to be a god. they tell me i'm a prophet. they tell me i must be god.
i will betray him by doing this. he's all i have. i can't do this. i can't go through with it.
i have to do it.
i love you.
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