AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     Unfortunately, pretending to do   
something like that didn’t work with   
the Darkness. I had to actually work at
keeping it away, and the only thing    
that really worked was to help animals 
to be happy. My happiness came from    
them.                                  
     That is until I met Beth.         
     I’ll never forget Scratches, or my
pets, or love them any less, but now, I
think more about her than anything     
else, even my fantasies.               
     She knows all about what I did,   
what I’m fighting, and my biggest fear,
that someday I’ll snap again and kill  
her too.                               
     It’s why this Journal is so       
fucking necessary, and something I     
should’ve started a long time ago, but 
now the time for procrastination is    
over. It’s time for action.            
     Anyway, even with all that crap   
hanging over my head, she still loves  
me, and even goes with me, when I go   
out to find animals to help.           
     I love you more than you’ll ever  
know Beth, but I really don’t deserve  
you. I really don’t, and that’s the    
brutally honest truth too.             
     She’s why I can dredge up these   
awful memories for you, Doc. We’ve got 
to figure out what’s wrong with me,    
before history repeats itself.         
     I know it’s been fifteen years,   
but remember, I was twenty-one when    
that one happened, and that either     
means I’m long overdue, or it’s just   
down the road a piece.                 
     Even if I wanted to forget, the   
Darkness is always there to remind me  
anyway, but at least now, it’s not as  
bad.                                   
     I still get fits of depression,   
but before I met Beth, if I tried to   
save an animal, and they died, or even 
if I didn’t try at all, the Darkness   
would fall on me like a ton of fucking 
bricks, and that video would start     
playing again.                         
     I knew that, eventually, the hit- 
ting would start. At least now, I know 
that once I knocked myself out, the    
video would stop, but I didn’t know    
that in the beginning.                 
     It seems like a really crazy,     
off-the-wall, thing to know about my-  
self. In order to get my brain working 
again, I had to do a hard reboot by    
knocking myself out.                   
     I’ve already done it more than a  
couple  dozen  times, 102 to be exact, 
and the next one could be the one that 
turns my brain to mush.                



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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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