It's just beginning to hit me that only a few days ago a massive plane crash left me stranded with just a few other survivors on an island, and that in those few days one of us has gone missing and another, a child for pete's sake, has been murdered. This is crazy.
I need to be alone.
I've come up to the bedroom and shoved a bookcase against the door. The others seemed to understand that I wanted to be left to myself for a while. I'm going to lie down and get some sleep, and maybe when I wake up this bullshit will all have sorted itself out.
kill. kill Kill die death die sacrifice the Symbol speaks the noise the noise
symbol noise SymNoiseb ol. Radio speaks and GOD speaks and he speaks and
his arms and his arms like knives in my back the lights the noise kill die THESYMBOL
no no no no no no no no no turn it off turn me off turn it off the radio the noise
I was flying on UA 93
That shadow in the footage, it was probably me
I'm the rumour, I'm the doubt, I'm the lie
But you wouldn't stand near me if you didn't want to die
HE IS TALKING TO ME.
I don't remember writing any of this. It isn't my handwriting.
Chapter Three: Corn Starch
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