Oh god I wish I wasn’t having a good day if only this was a bad one then I could ignore things and move on and maybe not have to sleep as much and forget and not be able to remember good god.
I don’t know what’s happened the last few days. I was sleeping or gone somewhere or comatose but I don’t know I really don’t know.
Can’t remember what happened before it started. I was driving somewhere (but I DON’T FUCKING DRIVE). It was quiet. The road seemed like the road was pulling me along like one of those toy racetracks instead of the car pushing me forward. Then he was there. Just for a fraction of a moment he was there. The car hit something I couldn’t see. I crashed through the front. I blocked my face with my arms oh fuck there’s cutsonmy armsfuckfuckfuck.
Woke up. Quiet. Overcast. Slightly damp. No wind. I was... back home. On a road through the woods near my town. I knew the way back so I walked. It took longer than I expected. When I made it into town it was quiet. There was no one. No one. I emerged from the road near the mall. The doors weren’t locked (why should it have been it was a Friday haha). There is nothing creepier than an empty food court. Again I saw him, further down the main hall. Of course, I legged it.
There was only one place I could go. Did I mention that I was living with my mother when this started? I just realized I don’t know what happened to her. I wasn’t reported missing. I walked home.
Eery. It’s eery to see the place you grew up as a lifeless husk. The subdivision was vacant. The playground I played in as a kid was motionless. Again. More running.
My house. The place we moved when I was six and my brother was eight. My fucking house. It was so beautiful. So beautiful with a big (X) on it. I opened the door and I saw the field.
BURN HIM. I can’t get the fucking words out of my head. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, TORTURER. WHY DON’T YOU KILL ME? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO HURT SO MUCH. BURN HIM.