[ WP ] `` Every person sees the world in a unique way . When someone dies it is , in a way , the death of an entire world . ''

I have a hard time grasping it. Are there others truly like me? Others do n't have such a hard time believing, but I definitely do. To truly believe that everyone has the range of emotions, and same self awareness that I do is almost unfathomable. In fact at times like this, specifically, it just does n't seem logical. Hell, it's downright impossible. 
 
 
 Anywho, enough mental blabbering, I should start cleaning up. Or at the very least, wipe my prints clean off that bloody knife. 
 
 
 `` Not like that really matters!'' 
 
 
 I jump from the sound of my voice echoing in this empty car garage. A chuckle emerges followed by a gently running my hand down the back of my neck. Sometimes, I get caught up in my mind and forget where I am. 
 
 
 It's been a while since I realized I'm the only person on earth. While I see what appears to be people all the time, I've decided that they are empty shells. While they appear to be cognitive, my research has led me to believe they are in fact soulless figments of my imagination. 
 
 
 My research typically involves a sharp object and a lot of screaming. Let me tell you, as piercing as the screams can be, and as lifelike as they appear, it all ends the same way. Their life force fades, and that's it. There has to be more than that with another being like me. It ca n't just... end like that. I just ca n't believe it would end so easily for a being as amazing as I am, there would have to be more. 
 
 
 Weeks ago I walked across a busy six lane highway without skipping a beat. Obviously my figments ca n't kill me, they would kill themselves in the process. While they may not have a level of thought as deep as mine, they surely have some automated self-preservation mechanic built in to avoid the Armageddon that my death would bring. I do n't think I'd allow it either, for that matter. Surely my figments can be controlled, most likely on a subconscious level. 
 
 
 I firmly believe after all the tests, that this world exists solely because I will it. I imagined everything that is, into existence. There is no other explanation that makes sense. Shit, if that was n't the case, surely I'd be caught by now! In what world would I have been given over a hundred test subjects without getting caught? Clearly, that's not a logical conclusion. 
 
 
 `` Are those headlights?'' 
 
 
 I jump again as the echo reverberates. I really need to stop doing that all the fucking time. Speaking does n't even matter when the only potential recipient would be a mere figment anyway. 
 
 
 They are headlights though, and they are moving fast. Another test for the night? Might as well. If I'm correct there is no way this car will hit me. I move directly into the oncoming headlights. 
 
 
 `` If I'm correct? Ha! It's impossible to be wrong! Give me your best shot motherfucker! Now run me down and uncreate all of reality!'' 
 
 
 -- -- -- 
 
 
 `` What the hell?!'' 
 
 
 I slam on my horn and hit the brakes. 
 
 
 `` This guy is crazy!'' 
 
 
 I watch in slow motion as the insane man does n't flinch a millimeter. Even as his face flattens into my windshield before it explodes into shards in every direction. 
 
 
 `` You stupid, stupid man.'' 
 
 
 He rolls over the cab and lands awkwardly on his neck on the concrete. Even several feet away I can hear the snap of his neck from the impact. 
 
 
 Under different circumstances I'd probably stop to see if there's anything I can do. But not this time. 
 
 
 `` These figments are getting dumber by the day.'' 
 
 
 Edit: fixed some typos
