Composition Book
Posted: 11 May 2015, 06:22
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.
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.