It's been a few days since I was up in the attic and for some reason I feel like something is watching me. I also feel like there's something that protects me.
I stashed the board that was in the trunk underneath the inside of my mattress pad. I haven't used it yet. I fear using it will cause something that I won't be able to control.
Unless it's already uncontrollable and whatever it was that led me to the board wanted me to find it. I sound stupid don't I?
Anyway, another boring week has passed and that weird guy in third period hasn't stopped trying to freak me out. I wonder what he wants anyway. I still haven't asked the question that I've wanted to for a long time. It should be obvious by now but sometimes I'm a total dunce.
Even if something is staring me in the face I wouldn't see it. Not until I stepped back. Maybe, that's what I need to do.
Take a step back and look at this through a different point of view.
Maybe then I'll find out what happened and why I feel like something sinister took place here.
