I should have ran at the smell of smoke. I should have left town at the sign of discontent. I should have fled when I saw the water rising but it was far to late.
I am still having trouble with this plot. The scene starts with the promise of faith and ends with my head in my hands. I just need a gentle transition. Now I’m shaking, stuttering, and struggling to put down the phone. These rings, they echo.
“I’m going to have to ask you to calm down and focus.” We are going nowhere. All I am asking is why? “We can’t always know why or how, we can only mend.” I call your bluff. If starting over is the final chapter then my tale ends here:
Boy loves girl.
Girl hurts boy.
Boy becomes monster.
Monsters have no diagnosis. Monsters have no cure. Scene.