Ayeee quick update! Filler pretty much buttttt it's an awesome one. Well, not awesome. Very interesting one. Just saying keep your eyes open. 💀👀 lol. Haha. The song from above is honestly I love it. Kinda strange but I love it. "I got two faces blurry the one I'm not." Goner twenty-one pilots. ^
Read if you dare. 😉
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And sadly that didn't happen.
Gosh, he said my name. What the fuck am I gonna do?
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It had been a week. A terrible terrible week. Since a visitor came unexpectedly. Not a person. If you know what I mean.
Blake nor James knew how to handle it. So I had to talk to the bitch, Marisa. Explaining I needed 'items'. How ridiculous.
She laughed at me, told her to hand the phone to Blake.
In which he bought me diapers. I went on a ranting spree while they were gone.
They finally gave me clothes. I got to use the shower.
Finally!
Along with that terrible week came exploring. Exploring for freedom. I found a bunch of pill bottles if it came down to it I would poison one of them.
I made sure to keep a keen eye on them. Checking every time I went to the bathroom if they were there.
Also a knife. Probably the same knife used to slice me. I tried hiding it in a place. But Blake came into the room then took me out and kept hitting me with a whip.
Then I had to thank him for hitting me.
Yep. Terrible terrible week. At least I got clothes and showers out if it though.
Nothing worse happened though. It was like a break from being tortured to death. While feeling like I was dying. I dreamed.
I dreamed this whole week. It all had something to do with Thomas or a shadow. In which when I woke up I would cry or be frightened.
Sigh. Terrible terrible week.
"Blake," I said. Opening the door that surrounded me from everything else in the house.
"Blake!" I yelled. I know. If I get caught. I will be dead. I looked at the empty hallway. Back and forth.
"Blake!" I screamed. Making sure that if I do move. I had called him loud enough. I waited a few minutes. Before actually venturing. I opened the first door I saw. Fuck. I think it was James room.
Yes, it was. It was where I broke a vase. The chair. The. Window. I looked cautiously throughout the room. This would be the time I get caught.
But I didn't. Hahaha. I looked. I stepped swiftly. Then ran to the window.
I literally pulled through the blinds. It was. Familiar.
I started breathing heavily. Bushes blocked my view of the street sign. But there was a house across the street. I know where I am.
I'm in the abandoned house.
My jaw was dropped. What the fuck man. What the fuck!
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The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker
Mystery / Thriller"Adventuring aye? Looking turns to seeing and seeing transforms into watching. Sometimes you can't control what you watch. Especially in the dim shadows, people trail unknowingly. It's an instinct, not an errand. To control is to have power. Don...
