Or has he forgotten about me? Has everyone forgotten about me? Exactly how much time had gone by since I was put in the hospital?
My mind is racin' a million miles a second. I can't help but think about every single person I had hurt. Every single person who tried to help me and I went behind their backs and tried to have them all killed. All for what? A semi-fatherly figure who was probably just trying to use me to formulate his evil plan to take over the world? I took out almost everyone who came in his way...why wouldn't he have wanted me around? He betrayed me. He left me alone to die. I hated him now. He made me evil. My destiny was to rid the world of evil and here I am succombing to the dark side. Yeah, I might be somewhat of a hardass, but I've never wanted this for myself. Hell, I'm only...how old am I now, anyway? I know I'm still way too young to be messin' up my life like this.
I had nowhere to go. I had nothing left in this entire world. Unless.....wait. More than anything I wanted redemption for everything I had done. All the pain I caused those who cared about me...and even those who really didn't, but definitely didn't deserve the agony I put them through. There was only one person--well, maybe that's not exactly the right word--I knew of that would understand. Hell, maybe he would help my evil soul. It was worth a shot.
I quickly walked to the place I had stalked out so long ago. Did he even still live here? Here goes nothing...
((Open to Angel))