They can't find him

I jinxed it. I begged to nobody and nobody answered. That’s perfectly reasonable, isn’t it? But I didn’t listen and jinxed it. If I had just kept my mouth shut he’d have returned already. So I have to make things right.

I have to disappear. It makes sense, doesn’t it?

Equivelant exchange. Every action has an equal yet opposite reaction.

If I just reverse it all everything’s gonna go back to normal.

It’ll all be okay. I’ll make everything right again.

I know that this is the right thing for me to do but why does my stomach hurt so much?

This body doesn’t know what’s good for it. Maybe that’s why I’m so disgusted by it. It disobeys what I know is good and just.

That’s what this is, isn’t it? A question of what’s good and correct?

It’s good and just for me to do this. To leave myself in the mud. Maybe that’s why Dad didn’t like me. He knew that I was a pox. A sickness that stayed around for a little too long. Hell, who knows? Maybe I’ll bring Mike back too.

So I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hanging around and not doing much of anything for so long.

So long. Everything’s gonna be alright.