I belong to a lower deck. A deck without names or faces. I am forgotten and unloved. You may call me anything you wish, because I have no name, and no face. My life has fallen apart and I am clinging to writing as the one thing I can hold onto.
I am without hope.
You all know me. I promise that you do. I abandoned you. And I will never forgive myself for it. And I don't expect forgiveness for any of you either. And that's alright.
I am Agent LastWish.
No, I'm not.
LastWish is dead.
She died when her daddy hit her to hard, and everybody laughed when she begged for help.
Do you remember me?
Please...
Can you love me?