My name is – no, I'd better not even write it. That name is dangerous now. The name I go by now is Bek. Now don't get me wrong, I'm only writing this journal in case more of my memories are destroyed. If you're reading this just to learn what happened before, forget it! There are some things that I will never write, or tell. I want to forget those. And don't even bother asking ARGGHHH! I just said that I wasn't going to write about that! . . . Fine! He says that it would be better to tell you. His name is Gar'tung. And that's all I'm telling you! He's one of those things that I would rather forget, but I doubt that I'll be able to.
Okay, okay; he wants me to clarify. I don’t want to forget him, just the fact that we’re stuck with each other – and how it happened. Even though I don’t like it, Gar’tung is the only thing I have left of my old life.
That’s why I’m running away. My old life is a nightmare that I want to leave far, far behind.
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