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Jay lied awake in his bed, his shoulder felt like it was still on fire, granted that was to be expected since Sniper had just stabbed him.
But thinking and focusing on that was going back to everything he had just been told, and learned today.
He shouldn't be here, he should have been dead, Sniper killing him should have just made him die.
But he didn't have that luxury didn't he.
Hell- he shouldn't have been thinking about it like that, but would actually dying be better than being here over and over and over again. Being stuck with remembering everytime while everyone else got to forget and do everything again. Meet the same people, or maybe even new ones and do basically the same thing they had done before.
Was he even a person?
The immediate answer should be yes, he could talk and walk and eat and breathe.
Can i breathe?
Jay tried keeping in his breath, just to see but quickly had to actually breathe.
Ok so, I'm physically here- what the fuck-
What was wrong- why had he been forced to be stuck here and be like this.
Why am i here- who- or what- why is anyone here-
Jay rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position that wasn't on his shoulder to actually try and sleep.
what.....what am i?