I never learned exactly why Joe did what he did. In fact-it wasn't until weeks afterward that I learned what happened at all. Just as Maggi started to possess me, Joe shot me in the head. When I first found out, all I felt was betrayal-until I realized I was in his jail cell.
They found him holding the gun and still sitting there, crying, when the police arrived. After a trial he was taken to a juvenile center. Because of that, I'm tied to him. I can't leave his side, but I didn't live. I will haunt him until the day he dies, and then I'll finally get to speak with him again.
I am at peace, except for my dreams. I became blind because of the partial transformation. I will never have to see the jail cell my best friend now calls home, but when I close my eyes, all I see is Joe sitting there, cradling the gun on the pink carpet of the library. I don't think I'll ever forget it.
You see, when I was little, I had this theory. I used to believe that there was a light at the end of every tunnel. As I got older, I abandoned it. But I've come back to it now, because you see, I think I've finally found it.