He leaned on the rail. “What am I doing?!” he wondered aloud. He could barely breathe, it was so muggy.
Taking your revenge, remember? He looked into the night. It was That Voice, who had led him to this point.
“What’s the use?” he asked. The Voice chuckled sinisterly.
Ah, you’re afraid, aren’t you? it sneered. Fear is weakness. If you show weakness, you’re doomed to fail again. You want to get rid of those who want you to fail, don’t you? They just want to crush you because they’re afraid.
“But what about her? I thought she loved me…”
Ha! Thought! As soon as you walked into that room, you saw her for the filth she was. She let you down. You call that love?
“No, I guess not…”
Then what are you waiting for? If she was one of the sweet ones, imagine what the vile ones will do to you. You gotta get to them before they get to you. He thought about it. Slowly he pulled out a nail from his pocket, and bent down tire-level. That Voice cackled in the dark. And this is just the beginning!