Two

Aria, why confess? Simply find the book and read it, memories will return. There is no need to be so dramatic. Ah my thorn-

Shut up. You know nothing Eugene.

Calling me that again my thorn? I thought you admired me much more.

Can't I simply erase your posts Eugene?

You could but then what? You want the recognition and the happy life. You want to be the hero of this tale as well as the villain. You want to paint yourself white while painting both me and your Grandfather black. You deserve this Aria. Face it thorn, if you erase what I say then I don't seem quite as real as you do I?

I digress,

You always digress. Stay on topic or don't,

Shut up Eugene. The greatest sin of all was attempting to end my own life. The knife stuck deep within my chest and in my moment of weakness

I saved you. I saved you and we fell in love at the first falling rose of winter.

This isn't your story Eugene.

It's our story and that's why you can't bring yourself to erase me. Not my personality and my memories inside you mind and not my writings.

As I was saying in my moment of weakness a thorn apple stole my heart away and manipulated me to get further ahead in life.

Ah so I was only using you then? Well then. The question is why will you post this after all you seem like you're arguing with yourself and nothing more. Yet you can claim insanity though this texts and earn our audiences sympathies. You cruel bitch.

You are nothing but abusive to me, you scream and swear and manipulate! You're the one trying to drive me insane.

But I'm not here Aria, I'm only personality stuck in the coding of memory. You'll forget soon and I'll be gone. I only want to comfort you.

But why? If you are only traces of memory then why do you want to comfort me?

Because I remember what we had Aria. I remember what we had and what you did and thus I hate you and pity you. I miss you Aria. I'll see you soon though.

What? How?

In death. Think of this as my final confession to the earth and to you Aria. Aria you will die; without your memories of sins and the like you'll be standing on the edge of the world with a knife at your breast.

You are wrong.

Am I? If I was then you'd remove the text but you won't my thorn.

Alright then tell me why I'll post this. You keep going back to this.

Because we are the same even if we were in different bodies. Are souls are the same and you love that and you love me and you love speaking to my fading memory and you want everyone to know. You have always been such an attention whore. Enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame in insanity.

I will keep this as my readers must know both my personality and yours so they can tell Simon it wasn't my fault I killed you.

Even though you earlier on mentioned that I was pathetic.

You controlled me.

Consoled you.

Abused me! Used me!

Choosed you.

Hate me!

Love you more then you know.

And you still attempt to manipulate me even though you have nothing to gain. See this. He is why I am a cold hearted killer. Believe me! Believe me!

It seems like my dear thorn is losing control. How quaint. She's gone rather insane. Take it from me as she babbles, it was more than manipulation.