I had another nightmare again last night. It was one of the worst ones I've had. I've never had one this bad in my life. It makes me want to cut again, and yet, I'm refraining myself to stop. I need to stop cutting, or else I will die. Cut too deep, I'll die. In this nightmare, I saw my whole entire family die. Soon afterwards, I'm being carted to god knows where, in the back of a van. I tried to scream, but I got slapped. I started tasting the metal taste of blood. That's all I can write, we stopped. Good bye, until next time.
Update: I don't know where I am, but I've been here for a week. I couldn't write at all because of what happened. All my sleeves are stained red, I'm stained red, and I can't get out of this cell. Is this life now? Being locked up in a cell for the rest of my days? This is so crazy, what did I ever do? I was the top one of my class, never on drugs, and did everything I was supposed to. Why did they choose me? I don't understand. Now I've got to go, someone is at my cell....
I'm back for now... I've been having trouble writing. I can't do it anymore. I can't deal with them anymore. There's one who always comes and he helps me... I don't know how to feel about this... I'm sorry I've got to go again....
I felt the Deep and the dark against my skin I know they were coming back but I didn't know when they were always going to see me always there and always up by my side they didn't know me all I did was talk to him
He didn't know me and I don't know him but we Continud to talk in the bar and then he loaded me up in the back of the car I couldn't tell where we were going didn't know the directions, and he took me to the river