VOLUNTARY WITNESS STATEMENT
Name: a̶͒ ̂ ̠h̵̛̜p̵͕̏l̸͓̀ ̦ a̷̮̓ ͓ d̴̼̀̕n̷͝ͅǎ̸̧͉a̸͉͗g̶̃̐ ͊ ̡e̷̮͆ ̟ m̶̢͉̈ö̴̙́
Known Aliases: Soul
Age: REDACTED
Address: Unknown
DOB: REDACTED
Where and when did this incident happen?
It all happened while in Bucharest, around the 25th of October, as it was his birthday.
Who was involved? (Include names and addresses if known)
Apart from him, not really anyone. All I remember is that he pulled out his phone, sent a mass text, and promptly threw it off. I can’t say who the message went to, but I’m guessing it’s quite a sizable list of people.
What happened?
Alright, so, the whole thing, and the planning, began literally years ago, but I guess he never had the courage to go through with it until now.
I was free at the time, I was able to intervene when he needed me, I foiled an earlier plan of his for example, but I guess he never learned his lesson.
Anyway, back to the series of events that led up to this. At the beginning of the last year I believe, he wanted to do more for the people around him, because as I pointed out to him, it really helped us feel better.
He did some volunteering, he even quit his job and joined a nursing school. Now that I think about it, the time spent in the hospital, although tiring, was the only time in the last few years when he really felt happy.
But as time went on, he started to behave differently. He started locking me up.
At first, only family members and close friends were allowed to see me, but then, he bult these massive walls around me, started drowning me in benzos and cigarettes. I felt I couldn’t take it anymore.
But now that I think about it, I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back was a reminder of his inadequacy around his peers. A simple phrase and gesture from one of his friends that put all of his built up confidence to the ground, and that’s when he decided to lock me up for good.
I’ve stayed like this for about a year now, until you guys found me. It was like peering through the window of my own destruction, but in the end, it seems, it wasn’t my destruction I needed to worry about.
I could only watch as he broke the padlock of the door leading to the roof. It was a flimsy door anyway, one kick and it would’ve came apart, but he didn’t want to cause any more damage I guess. He took out his phone, sent a mass text, threw it off the roof, put his glasses down, and took the dive.
It felt like an eternity. All the walls around me started to fall apart. With each tear he shed, a chain that was holding me down, was suddenly gone.
And then nothing. Not darkness nor light. We were finally able to stare at each other. And while confusion and anger was engulfing me, all I could see on his face was tranquility and happiness.
As he faded into nothingness, I felt like I was waking up from reality instead of a dream. And I ended up here with you guys.
By the way, I didn’t even know The Department of REDACTED existed.
