"It's been a while. A while since I left. Perhaps a few days, perhaps a week. I thought about the days and nights I spent outside. Nothing happened since then, I found out everything I wanted to find out and nothing else. I spent the start of everything on the ground, I spent the start, sitting next to a blood-covered form. A blood-covered form that looked like a dead squirrel with a crushed skull that was run over by a truck. 

I ain't sure, but there was a slight chance that I may have befriended that blood-covered form. A blood-covered form who remained anonymous until I found her leaning her back on the side of a blood-covered white van. The van, it suited her. A pale blood-covered body in front of pale blood-covered van. I'd never expect to see a place with so much blood, it was disturbing as frick.

Yoko and I had a chain of long pleasant conversations after each long pleasant conversation, everything that rat of a human being said have kept me entertained. Her words kept me busy, and in order to keep myself busy, I remembered those words. I learned why she was sinking in a puddle of her blood and why she looked like she was set in flames.

It must have sucked, I couldn't have imagined the pain she felt. Although, frankly, I was furious that I wasn't getting anywhere, finding out what was going on meant nothing to me. Sure, it wasn't completely useless, it just wasn't what I was supposed to being looking for. I wanted the same thing Enid wanted, I wanted the entire thing, the ending to an unfinished story, and so far, I have gotten no where.

It wasn't really meant to be but without knowing it, that preppy clawed wolf pup and I are two damn peas in a pod. I never would've been able to imagine that the two of us were even a bit alike, but now, I know that we wanted the exact same thing. We wanted everything, the whole story, what sucks is that we barely started. Enid is the last person I expected to be on my side and agree with me, but it is nice to have someone who agrees with my every word.

All we wanted was to see the story, but according to what we've already experienced, the situation seemed nearly impossible. Nothing was happening, when special events did occur, we weren't there for it. It wasn't that we were feeling left out, we just wanted to be there for everything, we wanted to actually see the story and not waiting to listen to it when it all ends.

At first, when Wednesday arrived at Nevermore, I didn't like her a lot, but I was surely interested, I simply had the feeling that she had a long story ahead of her waiting to be told. I wanted to see it all happen, I wanted to see her story, watch the pages flip, I wanted to know everything. Sure enough, a big mystery occurred, it even got the police involved.

I didn't expect it to be that big of a story, heck, I didn't expect her to be in it. Pretty much like all of Jericho, I believed sheriff Galpin and the newspapers' lies, I really did think that it was a bear that committed those murders. I was amazed. I seriously didn't like her, though. I envied her, but I had completely different opinions at first.

I was pissed at the fact that she was nothing but an annoying little pest who acted all mysterious like an eight year old going through a phase. Every damn night, that bitch played the cello and had no idea how thin the walls were. There are other things that caused disturbances, such as our first class together. I was the best at fencing, then she came along, I'm still the best at fencing. Every time I looked at her, I thought, 'Oh, you poor little imbecile. Woe is you, woe is you.'. That little idiot.

Then, I started to envy her, she had her pros and cons, she had pros that I had a lack of. She was perfectly capable of remaining emotionless. I hated it, I wished I could ignore the pain the same way she could. We talked about it at the Rave'n, it was the first conversation that was actually kind nice that we had with each other. Later on, I realized that she did have a few feelings which she kept for Tyler.

Eventually, Wednesday and I found peace, we became friends. Our relationship was slightly frosty, but we had an enjoyable ride together. Sure, it didn't feel quite right, but that's when I came upon the realization that she had such an amazing story, and I never got to experience something so interesting. Then, I thought to myself that I wouldn't care a bit, I didn't have a story, she did, and since I couldn't see mine, I grew desperate to seeing hers.

It was true, I did grow desperate, I was pretty open about that. Even though Enid and I were desperate, Wednesday still couldn't tell that we were in a hurry to see the rest of the story, and so far, nothing was happening. Enid and I have been waiting for god knows how long to see everything else. The first thing that comes to my mind these days is the fact that those crapheads needed to make their move soon or Enid's committing suicide.

I suppose it's not right for us to cling on to their story instead of working on our own, but the thing was, we didn't have a story to tell and wait for. It's probably wrong to do so, I regretted entering her world, I am surely not capable of waiting for so damn long. I don't blame myself for thinking that I might be able to so, I definitely should have lowered my expectations. When it comes to these situations, I'm not really that patient.

I didn't feel like waiting, I didn't want to. I felt like opening my mouth with my hands releasing a frickin velociraptor. I knew that Wednesday wanted to do something about it all, she clearly didn't want Tyler to leave. I assumed that she kept a promise to herself that she was going to get what she wanted. She didn't look like that she was about to say it at first, but she eventually told me that she desired the chance of dying with him.

There's another thing that I felt jealous of, she always knew exactly what she wanted and she always did what she chose. I wanted the courage to do what I want, but I didn't know what I want. To be honest, I suppose I wanted nothing, I plan things, but I don't plan them for myself. I wanted to see her story, I left to find answers, but what else? That was it, that was all of it. There was nothing else to it and that was just the worst way to look at things. When I think about all that, the answer I received was always nothing. I left for answers and that was just it.

It sucked, it sucked finally knowing something but not doing anything about it and not going anywhere. It wasn't that I couldn't, I was completely positive that I could, I just chose to wait for things to come naturally, I simply assumed that everything was surely going to continue and finish things up automatically. I guess I was wrong, I really didn't have the patience to wait for it and things were going far too slow right now. I've been stuck with their bullcrap for god knows how long and they're not giving me anything.

Should I blame those bastards? No. Am I supposed to do something about it? God knows the chances of that. I feel like I can interfere with their frosty relationship, but I know it would be immature to. I came out here to wait for something to happen, I have no story to tell, so I watch somebody else's. That's just a reminder that tells me that it's not my story, it's not mine to tell. I am not the character who is supposed to kidnap a cupid and launch an arrow, I'm the character who finds a semi-corpse leaning against the wall of a van and talks to them.

I suppose I might have befriended Yoko, but I surely don't care if she lives or dies. I won't consider myself as a person who takes sides, I was here to watch and wait, and nothing else. Where was that bloody rat of a person anyway? To be honest, I was quite shocked that she survived so long, her wounds were never treated and she was never fed or hydrated. The only explanation I had for that last part was that she feasted on her own blood and flesh, all that guess did was cause more complications.

Screw this, I decided that we were idiotic cowards and it wouldn't be a problem to find that motherfucker and just kill her. She was already half frickin' dead and there wasn't anybody around who would care if she died. The thing was, I wasn't quite ready to kill her, I didn't give a crap whether she lives or dies, but I did enjoy talking to her and the fact that if I kill her I'll never be able to talk to her again eats me up inside.

Everything was unplanned and unprepared at the moment. I knew she was not completely defenseless, unless she was dead. I assumed that she still had a few more hours left to live. I wanted to take advantage of those few hours. I decided to go there unarmed. I didn't need weapons and I clearly was not going to kill her. I wasn't positive about the idea, but I was positive that she was almost unconscious. 

She had a gun, but I didn't think I would need one. I didn't need one. I had no reason to. I went to get Enid, I wanted to ask if she wanted to come. I figured that she might've wanted to talk to her as well. I wasn't going to tell the rest. Wednesday is probably still convincing Tyler to stay for as long as possible, she was still deciding what to do when the rest of us clearly knew our next moves. 

I walked towards the abandoned car, I knew Enid would be there. I found her in the back seat, sitting upside down with her legs lifted as high as possible. She looked relaxed and apparently dying of boredom. I opened the door on the side of the car, that rusty thing was broken anyway. I sat by her side, getting ready to tell her what I was about to do and where I was about to go. 'Hey.' She said, before I began to speak.

I found it reasonable to reply with another 'hey', followed by a 'Got bored too?' in order to build up our conversation. She had a lack of imagination and creativity when it came to dialogues as such so she responded my question with an 'Mhm.' I didn't I could go anywhere with an 'Mhm.' so I cut our conversation short by telling her straight away and offering and invitation to come with me. 

'I'm going to find Yoko, do you want to come? We're just going to talk, we better hurry before she dies.' I chuckled at the last part. Staring at the ceiling of the car, Enid grinned and answered with 'Sure.' which was the least imaginative and creative way to answer my question. She followed me into the trees, in search of who Wednesday called 'the one in pain'. We left the other two behind and set foot right away.

It was cold as usual, we were at the time of the year when the sun was bright and beaming during the day and the warmth was never much help at night. I had no idea why there weren't any birds around at the moment. I suppose, eventually we'll se some pecking at the almost rotten body that we were looking for. I didn't always enjoy joking around, but when it comes to how dead Yoko was, I can never shut up.

I was right about the birds surrounding her body. Eventually, we found her, we found the one in pain in more pain than ever. Enid and I weren't quite sure if she was alive. We found two crows standing on top of her. She was lying on her chest, suffering as the birds mistaked her as food. One of them was standing on her head with his claws clutching her skull, the other crow was hitting his beak against her ripped skin repeatedly. 

It was quite painful to watch the crows do so, Enid and I honestly could not imagine how much pain she was going through. Although, I think the two of us could tell that she was alive and conscious. Her face was facing the ground, her voice was muted and muffled and she was mutterin something under her breath. The birds flew away when we scared them off. She wasn't quite dead yet, and I didn't know if I was supposed to treat her body with respect... so I kicked her.

'Get up you undying cockroach-like excuse of a human being-' "