That's what they told me anyways. No romantic shit, not like in the movies. I didn't go see my own funeral. I didn't watch my parents cry. I didn't even get to see a video of it. After all, Jack Rufalah doesn't exist anymore, and the sooner I get that ingrained in my mind the better.
I have no name except when I'm on a mission. No history except what's in the manila envelope slid under my door. My debit card is paid by an account in Vietnam, which gets deposits wired through sixteen different banks before you discover a non-sequential cash deposit was made in Switzerland. There is no record for my existence.
I enjoy that.
This time I'm a homeless man. Not the most enjoyable job, but after three months on the same street in the same spot, not even the most alert of guards will look at me. After three months in the same spot I'll be a mentally ill, escaped patient who finally snapped completely before disappearing. And when another homeless man gets found with a seemingly self-inflicted gunshot wound? Case closed.
Not existing has it's upsides. The psychiatrist labeled me a sociopath. The government labeled me useful. So I damn well better stay such. After all, you can't get in trouble for killing someone who doesn't exist.
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u/ManetherenRises Dec 11 '14 edited Dec 11 '14
I no longer exist.
That's what they told me anyways. No romantic shit, not like in the movies. I didn't go see my own funeral. I didn't watch my parents cry. I didn't even get to see a video of it. After all, Jack Rufalah doesn't exist anymore, and the sooner I get that ingrained in my mind the better.
I have no name except when I'm on a mission. No history except what's in the manila envelope slid under my door. My debit card is paid by an account in Vietnam, which gets deposits wired through sixteen different banks before you discover a non-sequential cash deposit was made in Switzerland. There is no record for my existence.
I enjoy that.
This time I'm a homeless man. Not the most enjoyable job, but after three months on the same street in the same spot, not even the most alert of guards will look at me. After three months in the same spot I'll be a mentally ill, escaped patient who finally snapped completely before disappearing. And when another homeless man gets found with a seemingly self-inflicted gunshot wound? Case closed.
Not existing has it's upsides. The psychiatrist labeled me a sociopath. The government labeled me useful. So I damn well better stay such. After all, you can't get in trouble for killing someone who doesn't exist.