I know they will be waiting for me. They are going to want Tyler and Project Mayhem.
Laying in this hospital bed, I’m trying to remember what happened. I remember Marla Singer yelling at me, and the gun down my throat. I wanted to end him and Project Mayhem, but Tyler pushed the gun to the side and it got me in the throat.
Marla was with Tyler. She wasn’t with me. She was with him. But I am Tyler. I don’t want to be Tyler. Tyler caused Marla so much pain and the entire city. I can’t escape him. He was right. He is everywhere. He made himself everywhere.
It’s been weeks since I’ve been in the hospital. Sometimes Marla comes to visit me, that’s nice. Sometimes Tyler’s disciples come to ask when Tyler will be better.
The hospital nurses are all treating me like a baby and I don’t like it. They always ask “How are you doing today?” or “How are you feeling?” Every. Single. Day.
Marla came into my room one time and she said that she loved me. But she loves Tyler. Or does she love me? She did sleep with Tyler. And Tyler is outgoing and created this project. He can actually express his thoughts. I can’t. I sit at my desk in the office and type at the keyboard. The same thing every single day. Well, I used to. Tyler blew up my boss and my desk.
A few days after Marla came to visit, the police and a doctor came into my room. The doctor wasn’t like the other ones that came to check on my wound. He was more professional and he had a clipboard. The police asked me a lot of questions; like what my name was, and who I was working for and why I killed my boss, and why I smashed all those cars. This policeman was clearly not a part of Project Mayhem. Otherwise he would have known why. I told him that Tyler did it. And he asked about Tyler, who he was. I had no idea. I told the police that I wasn’t Tyler, and that Tyler was the one who pushed the gun to the side of my mouth. The doctor was scribbling things on his clipboard before leaving and saying he will be in touch. It was very weird.
A day or two later, the police and the doctor came back. The policeman put a handcuff on one of my hands. I told him that I wasn’t Tyler. The doctor started asking me more questions and I answered, carefully. Then the doctor took a scan of my brain. I still don’t know what is going on.
I haven’t seen Marla in a few days. She usually comes by to see me or Tyler I don’t know. Maybe she is hoping to see Tyler. I’m very confused.
The last thing I remember was the doctor scanning my brain. I woke up with both of my hands handcuffed to the bed. I was able to press the button to call for a nurse. She said “Welcome back, Tyler.” But I am not Tyler.
The police came back and uncuffed me. Then I woke up in the courtroom. Then the next thing I remember I was on the bus in a white suit. Then ended up in this building with other people with the same white suit. I was still handcuffed.
I don’t know what happened to Marla. I don’t know where she is. I don’t know where I am. I also think Tyler is back.
I wish Tyler never started any of this. I was bored of my office job, but I didn’t want to kill anyone.
The policeman and doctor held me by my arms very tightly. Then they uncuffed me and threw me in this room with a toilet. They closed the door and it became pitch black. I am alone and with Tyler.
I think a few days go past, maybe hours, I can’t tell. I remember sitting on this bed near a window with bars on it. I think Tyler is back. He got me thrown into that room. He probably said something. I leave the room to go find someone to explain what happened.
I want to see Marla. Even if she doesn’t want to see me. I want to see her. I don’t want to be here.
I bump into someone on my way out. They didn’t see me. I kept walking trying to find somebody else. I pass someone and they wink at me. I think they know Tyler.
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