I could barely look at the monster. Now, everyone was running for their dear precious lives. I was too. The wind whipped my tangled hair. I haven’t washed or brushed my hair for days, I didn’t even set back a simple loose hair from my face, nothing, absolutely nothing. The strands of my hair don’t even look the gorgeous chocolatey brown it usually is— it’s more of a pasty, soulless gray from all the dust. Honestly, I’ve inhaled more dust than my hair has collected. I’m left with a nasty cough and a will to live, and I’m going to live. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead and splatter to my chin. And more sweat. And more. I’ve seriously never felt so worn out in my life. It feels like I’ve been running for days—which indeed I actually was. No food, no water, just running. My breaths sharp, eyes widened and filled with tears. I’m sore, I’m tired, but I want to survive another day. My legs are almost giving out. My eyes filled with blur. Keep on going, I tell to myself. Keep on… Keep… My eyes opened, and nothing was there anymore. “Sorry. Me made you scared,” the monster croaked. I slowly crawled backwards, terrified of the monster. But, he wasn’t so scary now. He came out of the dust and…he looked like a regular dinosaur. Just a random dino you would see in everyday life, am I right? He was a bit cute, to be completely honest. His pale, wrinkled skin looked much more vibrant once the dust disappeared. He was just a good ol’ guy. Well, wasn’t that normal?
You’re gentle, yet you are rough You’re quiet, yet you are loud You’re gaze is warm, yet sharp All combined into the horrible person you are I think I can love you, yet I regret my decisions I think I can fall in love, yet I still stand waiting to fall I think I can give in to your touch, yet I doubt that wondrous feeling All combined into the horrible person you are “I swear, I’ll kill you if you do,” he said “I swear, I’ll slit your throat,” he said “I swear, I’ll point a gun to your head,” he said All combined into the horrible person you are
I was right, he pointed a gun at me I was right, he abused me I was right, he manipulated me All combined into the horrible person you are I’m losing breath, he’s killing me I’m losing breath, his cold, pale hands strangling me I’m losing breath, I shouldn’t have gotten into this All combined into the horrible person you are Gone, I lie there cold and soulless Gone, I am yet another victim of him Gone, a victim of a demon
(TW: MURDER etc.)
April 20th, 1989. ————————— My Dearest Diary, I have been invited to play Truth Or Dare with a bunch of people in a club. I am so excited! The person who wins, or as they said in the invitation, “survives”, will win a bunch of money! I have to go to bed now, I’ll see you later.
April 21st, 1989 ———————— My Dearest Diary, I’m pretty bummed. I chose dare and someone dared me to leave. I guess I won’t get the money, but I had fun!
April 22nd, 1989 ————————— My Dearest Diary, I just found out that all the people who were in the club died. I’m lucky that I didn’t stay, but the person who dared me to leave survived.
April 23rd, 1989 ————————— My Dearest Diary, the detective couldn’t figure out where the person is now. My heartbeat is racing so much, I’m so nervous, I can’t keep my secret anymore.
April 24th, 1989 ————————— My Dearest Diary, Fine, here is the truth, I killed them all and gained the money. They still don’t know, they think I am innocent. The crimson blood stain from the victims are hidden under my sleeve, that’s why I always wear baggy shirts, pants, everything.
