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I'm looking at myself in the mirror, and it's like I'm seeing a totally different person.
Okay, I guess I am, though. It's like Before and After Bennie: before we went to help Maricela
with her homeowner project, and after... after everything. I look at pictures of Before, and I
was clearly happy, and now I look at After, and I'm... I look hollow.
I guess not sleeping for days and days will do that, huh?
Why am I thinking of going back? Why am I even thinking of going back?
Oh, right. If I burn that goddamned house down, it won't bring back anyone, but maybe it'll
keep anyone else from After.
But I can't. I just can't. I'm scared, and I'm sorry, but I can't.
Can I?
More Final Girls.
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