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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an excuse or plea for redemption,      
because I deserve all the hate I get.  
     Loving them when I was a kid had  
finally come back to haunt me like a   
never-ending nightmare, and whenever I 
told my friends about it, they         
changed, and I’m now worried that      
it’ll also change you...               


     I’ve lost so many friends because 
of it that...                          


     Sorry, but anyway, like I told    
you before, I have an eidetic memory,  
or as everyone else likes to call it,  
a photographic memory.                 
     It’s not perfect, because I still 
have memory lapses, but most of the    
time, all I have to do is think of a   
date and time, and I’m reliving it like
a movie.                               
     I can also fast-forward, rewind,  
or freeze a frame and study it like a  
photograph.                            
     It’s why I can go back to when I  
was six, and also two weeks ago, and   
dictate it like it’s happening right in
front of me.                           
     You can take what I dictate as    
Gospel, except maybe the context.      
That’s obviously my personal opinion.  
     Anyway,  most of the time, I have 
control over my playback functions, but
what you don’t know is why I sometimes 
lose that control.                     
     Long before I met you, I decided  
to stop telling people about it, be-   
cause I’ve been beat up, almost killed 
a couple times, and even Beth wanted to
shoot me when she found out about it.  
     I guess if I fought back, I would-
n’t get beat up so much, but why?      
That’s exactly what I deserve, and af- 
ter that first punch, all I can see is 
that video anyway. The pain feels good,
but dying, I don’t know about that one 
anymore.                               
     Back in the beginning, dying real-
ly would’ve solved everything. No more 
Darkness. No more video. No more guilt.
No more anything, but now, it scares   
the fuck out of me.                    
     I get these crazy impulses, and I 
just can’t stop myself.                
     If I’m on the top of a ten-story  
building, and I see someone hurting an 
animal across the street, I will liter-
ally walk off the side of the  building
to save that animal. It’s just like I’m
stepping  off the curb and crossing the
street, except I’m ten stories up,  and
I don’t have a safety net, but I do    
have a magic rope.                     
     If I have time to think about it, 
I can usually stop myself, but most of 
the time, I’m not even thinking about  
the consequences, about Beth, our      
babies, or nothing. I’m already fal-   
ling off the side of the building, and 
that’s what really scares the fuck out 
of me, Doc.                            



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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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