June 17th, 2014:
I've been here four days now; this journal is the only thing I was allowed to keep. The only reminder of my past life. I've been encouraged to stop my entries, they've said that my entries are 'stunting my recovery', but I can't. This book is the only reminder of Brandon I have left. They took my engagement ring, said it could be used to harm myself, took away my engraved necklace, said it's a ligature risk, not allowed to have pictures of him, at the request of his family. All I have left is this book, and I'll be damned if I let anyone lay their hands on it. I've been told that I'll be here until the courts believe I have recovered, in other words I'm never leaving. I've got to go, it's lights out. There's a pair of red dots outside my door, but it's just the fire alarm, right?
YOU ARE READING
The Man Behind The Mask
HorrorIs it a human, or is it a monster? Or is it simply a manifestation of our darkest desires? Whatever it may be, one thing is for sure; once you encounter it, your life will never be the same.
