ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. He drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, terrified by the utter fallowness of his mind. “I do not understand. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. This isn't your island, child; it's the great world. ’ There was a chuckle in his voice.
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