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Composition Book

Posted: 11 May 2015, 06:22
by Leyla (DELETED 6554)
I don’t remember ****. I don’t remember what happened before either.

You know what I remember? I remember waking up on those bloody stairs and I remember Justin- or was it Jaime? Ah, it was Jesse. Oh, who cares. Whoever he is - he found me. He helped me and he told me what I am now and all I want to do is scream. I want to scream because I vaguely remember my parents and I remember things here and there.

I want to remember everything.

I found this ******* journal while smoking a cigarette and walking around aimlessly. It's half filled with some human child's scribble and some of it has a childish charm but mostly it makes me want to light it on fire. I have no idea what I’m doing here and why I still can’t remember who did this to me. This has to be a sick game. Whoever did this must be sick to their heads and their stomachs and all I want to do is punch them. Who? Just… all of them.

I’m just so angry that writing in this journal is only making it worse. I’m going to go find a human and feed. **** this.

Re: Composition Book

Posted: 26 Jun 2015, 06:12
by Leyla (DELETED 6554)
The writing is frantic and scared. It's a mess and some of the words are smudged with both blood and what looked like to be drops of water.
I just found you again. I wonder if paper could have any feelings? Are you mad at me, journal? I know someone who is unsure of me.

He's in my class. He's in my class and I'm freaking out. I'm so scared. I missed half of class today. Jesse is going to kill me, oh my god. He's going to actually kill me and I can't find my backpack.

Did he steal it? All he did was turn and look at me. He's new, he was supposed to just be changing times.. but he remembers... because he just kept staring at me as if he were dazed and it wasn't because of my beauty, I don't think.

No. No. No. No.

He knows he was my meal.. I.. I only took a little.. I thought I confused him? I thought...

I didn't think.