Last night, the proxies pulled yet another little prank on the community who opposes them. This time, they dragged an innocent name through the muck that they revel in. It shouldn't surprise me. These are killers. These are evil people, willing to sell others out for their own lives. It shouldn't surprise me that they'd use Annabel's legacy to try and strike at the runners who knew her.
My first reaction was to comment. I was angry, confused, lashing out. I still am all those things, but I've actually collected my thoughts. Everything I said last night? I stand by it. Annabel is much too purehearted to become one of them.
You could hear it her voice every time you spoke to her. It was in her smile that shined so brightly each day you spent beside her. Annabel was a beacon of light to anyone who knew her. She gave me hope. She made me look forward to another day. For them to use her like this is just another act of violence, just another assault on the innocent.
The Messenger claims that this must be a different Annabel. Bullshit. How many Annabel Lees are out there in this world? How many are involved in this twisted tale? How many were ensnared by a sick attempt at humor? It's too perfect. I don't know exactly what game these proxies are playing at by claiming Annabel to be one of their own, but it's what they're doing.
It's the only thing that makes sense.
After all, I got another phone call from Pete's old cell number this morning. I heard that heavy breathing. I heard the whispering voice. "In a kingdom by the sea, a maiden there lived whom you may know, by the name of Annabel Lee."
They're using her as a weapon. They're using the purest person I've ever met as a tool to further their villainous agenda. It's sick.
Dia claimed that maybe this is a good thing. Either I'm right and Annabel is still out there, in which case I should let this go, or I'm wrong and this means she can still be saved. It's not that simple. It's never that simple. If I'm right, I've already said what this means and how cruel this is to myself and the others who knew Annabel.
If I'm wrong I'm not wrong.
There's no way I'm wrong.