I know you've all told me, time and time again, that it was a bad idea. That I don't know if it could go wrong or not. That maybe, just maybe, it's all some big trap that'll come back to bite me in the ass a couple years from now. I know. I've done my research, I've watched people jump in and out constantly over the past few days, and I've done a lot of thinking. And after all of it, I've realized something.
I'm tired. Waking up every day, hating myself for what's inside of me. Do you all know what it's like, knowing that the same blood of the creature that killed your mother is running through your veins? I know that you all say that you don't care, but it doesn't matter to me and it never will. There's nothing that you can say that'll ever change the way I feel about all of this. I look in the mirror and I see a monster. All the time. Not because of what I've done, although even now I wonder if maybe that's far from questionable, but because of
this. Because of this blood. I feel dirty and wrong and I've been begging for a way out. Because being this close to the monster that destroyed my family's life? I can't do it anymore. And, I think, sometimes that you all can't do it so well either.
So I'm going. And I'm going for everyone. For me, for you, for everyone in the world who might ever have to look at the man who carries the blood of the same fucking asshole who burned his mother and girlfriend alive in front of him. It's sick, it's wrong, and it's disgusting.
I want it gone. Those Lazarus Pits? They're the answer that I've been looking for. By the time you all read this, please don't come rushing off to the beach to stop me. It'll be too late. I wanted to tell you all myself, either way, before you saw me again. I get the feeling I won't be able to explain properly then.
I hope you'll understand.
- Sam
[ooc: Because he's smart like that, Sam whipped all of this up on his computer before, saved it in a mail file, and basically opened it up and posted it before he got in.]