Sunday, 22 February 2009
06:35:19 AM (GMT)
I'm sitting in a jacket. A white, white jacket. The kind for crazy people.
In the bland room. With a huge clock. A black one it covers the whole wall.
Almost. My hair is long again. All the way down to my waist. No bangs like before.
Just layers. No one layer. Ending at my chin. It's a mess. I hate it. And this.
But I have my glasses. Not like the last. But all the same. My head hurts.Axe-girl
isn't here. They all went away. I was insane after all. Owww. My head.....
Why don't they kill me? Test. Test. Test. Kill. That's what they did to the others.
All of them. Test after test. Hurt after Hurt. But no kill for me. Kill me. Don't
they get it?They left me. All. To protect the worlds. No worlds just me. Old and
sacked.You turn ~ and they chuck you. My head.......I start rocking back and
forth.Nothing else to do. Why not kill me too? The gods of my mind left my brain to
fight for itself.They left me for dead. Real or not. They want me dead. Just kill me.
Owwww! What? Does it hurt when I think.... Dead? Dead. Dead. Dead. Kidnapped. Taken.
For information. That I can't give anymore.
No. Never again. It was my life. If it could be called a life. I was happy. Am I
living now? Owwww.
I can't. I can't. I can't stop the hurt. I can't stop my life. I can't I can't. Salt.
In my mouth. I'm crying. I haven't done that in a while. Tell us or else. Tell. Tell.
Tell. I wish I could. Or else........Els? That sounds like a name. Like Elsa. Isn't
that my name? I have a name. Elsa M. ~ I can't remember. What's in a name?
Elsa likes blue and 23. Nothing. I come up blank. Except for Elsa likes blue,23,and
She's dead. Or locked up like me. I hope she's dead. What I wouldn't give for a smoke
Or for that damn clock to shut up. White,white,white,black,white. In an hour. Test
time at five. One hour. Then hurt at seven. Owwwwwwwww! Now it's my eyes. Too much
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I get up, go to the bathroom. Put up my hair. And as I start my day,
I hope to God that I won't
make the mistake that will lead me to the white. No matter that I'm typing out my
downfall. Thank God people don't understand. Even this will damn me if they read it.
Oh well. I was fated to do this. Down the white will burn into reds and blues. I
won't get to the white.
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