Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24949812-20140522004339

January 12th, 2010.

My shrink asked me to do this. My shrink is a bitch.I hope she gets hit by a bus.





January 13th, 2010.

I’m supposed to put an effort into writing this journal. So today I woke up, laid in bed for twenty minutes, got up, took a shit, waited for my door to open, got some breakfast, took my meds, took another shit, played checkers with June, fell asleep watching TV, scared the hell out of everyone when I woke up, ran to my room, pissed on the floor and cried until they put me to sleep.

Is that enough of a report for you, bitch?





January 14th, 2010.

Now she wants me to explain why I scared everyone yesterday.

I have nightmares, they are scary, sometimes when I wake up I’m still scared and I scream.





January 15th, 2010

I will not type anything today.

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 16th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">Fuck you.

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 17th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">No more.

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 18th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just so what ever asshole that reads my reports knows, I am only doing this because she promised me I could go outside today if I do good.

<p class="MsoNormal">So I had another nightmare last night, I have nightmares every fucking night, they are mostly the same… here goes.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’m in my house, my old house, my husband is sitting on the couch watching his ufc, the kids are playing on the floor and I’m in the kitchen cutting up chicken breasts for dinner.

<p class="MsoNormal">As usual the knife slips and I cut off the tip of my finger, I scream and my husband comes running, he takes my hand and examines it, says he can fix it. I beg him to take me to the hospital but he just walks away, just before he turns the corner and leaves my sight his upper body suddenly snaps backward, like he’s doing the limbo or something and then snaps upright again. It happens so fast that I don’t even know if I see it.

<p class="MsoNormal">I look down at my hand as the blood pours out of it like water from a fountain, I look up and am unexplainably horrified to see my two children standing in front of me, they don’t look worried, or sad or even happy, they are just staring at me. I ask them to go back and play but they don’t respond, they actually don’t do anything until my husband comes back in the room, they look at him and instantly their facial expressions change to that of a scream, what puzzles me the most is that no scream comes out but instead I hear a long, high pitched squeal, like my ears were ringing.

<p class="MsoNormal">The kids then drop to all fours and crawl away, their legs twisting at impossible angles as they do. I look up at my husband and am shocked to see that he no longer as eyes, instead there are what look like mirrors, spherical mirrors showing my own reflection.

<p class="MsoNormal">My husband smiles and for a split second blood pours from his mouth and the flesh appears to be melted from his face. It wasn’t a subtle transformation, one second it was there, the blood, the gore, and in the nex it was gone and my husband was still there, staring at me with those mirror eyes, he says something to me but I can’t make it out, it’s distorted, almost like it’s coming out backwards, all I can say is “What?”, I can’t move, my body is like stone, my finger is still bleeding but the blood has gotten darker, black, my husband repeats himself in his same backwards nonsense, I look down at his hand and start to cry.

<p class="MsoNormal">In his hand looks like an unborn child, it’s small, dripping blood and horribly disfigured. My husband holds it out to me and starts to scream at me, but his voice comes out as the same calm toned backwards gibberish, his face shows anger, hatred and disgust but his tone is calm and his words, still unintelligible.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just then the unborn child’s small eyes open, it looks right at me and smiles, revealing a mouth full of jagged, broken teeth. It stirs in my husband’s hand,     getting onto all fours then leaps at me, or more specifically at my hand, it forces its way into the stump that was my middle finger and vanishes. I look up to find that my husband is gone, as are my kids, I’m in my old home, alone and I can move again. I look down at my hand and my finger is back to normal, I can smell supper cooking, everything seems right.

<p class="MsoNormal">As soon as I start to feel safe I experience the worst pain in my stomach I have ever felt, this pain is what   I remember most vividly, because I feel it, for every second that I’m in this hell, I feel it. I drop to the floor and lay sprawled out on my back, my abdomen begins to grow, stretch to an impossible size, I can feel my insides tearing, ripping… and then all at once I rip open, I pop like a balloon, blood and gore spreads across my kitchen and I feel it slide out of me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I look down at it, this creature I gave birth to, it’s legs are slim but bent in the opposite direction, like his knees were on backwards or something, one of its arms are the same way, slim, way too long for the rest of its body, the hand attached to this arm is warped, fingers are in the wrong spots, the nails are twisted and thick, nothing like the other arm, that arm is normal, right length, five fingers, everything in the right spot, the only thing wrong are the wounds, rips and tears in the flesh, whole chunks torn away revealing bone and muscle tissue… Its face… oh my god its face, a mouth that stretches from ear to ear, or at least it would if this thing had ears, eyes like my husbands, mirrors, but bigger, more oval shaped and its nose, flattened against its face.

<p class="MsoNormal">The thing begins to move, it claws its way up my legs, past my ripped open abdomen, all the way up until its face is inches away from mine. It doesn’t breathe, it just stares, it’s head sharply cocks on an angle and then it eats… me, not just my battered and torn body but… everything that I am, it swallows me whole, I no longer exist. This is when I wake up, screaming, my muscles sore for being tensed in my sleep while the world around me starts slowly starts coming back into focus.

<p class="MsoNormal">There, my nightmare, the one that I have almost every fucking night, all documented for you pricks. Is it everything you ever hoped for? Fuck it, I’m going outside.

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 19th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">She said it would help me… getting it out, typing it, and writing it down… she said it would help… SHES A FUIVKING LIUAR!!!!!!!

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 20th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">New megfs todaym   cabt tyo no werfxz

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 21st, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">Hey! Everything is wonderful today! I can’t express my appreciation to Dr. Lawrence enough, she may have saved my life! <span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"> J.

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 24th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">I saw my husband today, he was talking to my fucking shrink. I just know that bitch is feeding him bullshit lies about me, he looked at me and then left, wouldn’t even say a god damn word to me! I know he’s fucking her.

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<p class="MsoNormal">January 25th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">He came back! Again today, he was here! He sat next to me and held my hand, he didn’t say anything but it was nice to just have someone here who doesn’t treat me like a lab rat, I fell asleep in his arms, he was gone when I woke up but I didn’t have the scary dream this time! Maybe I can go home soon…

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<p class="MsoNormal">February 1st, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s not him…. It’s never him.. I can never be with him because it won’t leave… it pretends to be him but I see through it, it thinks it’s smarter than me, that it knows me… I had the other dream last night… I like the other dream… no scary… just happiness… it knows me, it knows the inside of me…

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<p class="MsoNormal">February 4th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ok I don’t know how much time I have, from what I’m reading the shrink hasn’t checked my notes in a while, but they have me on this new medication, I don’t know what it’s called but I’m not me half the time, I see my husband everywhere but it’s not him, he stalks me, he sits behind me in the cafeteria, he stands outside the fucking bathroom, waiting for me, he’s at the end of the hall, outside my room, around the corner… he keeps getting closer… every time I see him he gets closer, it wants me… I don’t know why, I can’t even begin to imagine what the hell it wants but I’m not safe anymore, if anyone is reading this, checking my progress please… help me.

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<p class="MsoNormal">February 5th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’ve been asked by my shrink to describe my other dream in detail, so here goes…

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<p class="MsoNormal">February 6th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">I can’t believe I passed out, I feel so foolish, I get to rest today, my shrink is just hovering over my shoulder, asking me to document my current medical status. I am fine, the medication I was on caused me to become paranoid and have very vivid hallucinations, I have been since taken off the drug and help me please he is closer than ever I can see my reflection in his eyes and im dead please help he wants to hurt me I cant stop him everytime he is closer so close I can smell him he smells dead please help

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<p class="MsoNormal">February 13th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">There are more… they are everywhere, in my room they crawl on my walls, look down at me from the ceiling, I try to keep my eyes closed as tight as I can, I feel like… if I look at them they will know I am here and they will hurt me, I keep my eyes closed, pretend to sleep, I can’t move in the dark, if I move they will know I am here,   they taunt me and whisper in my ear, they tell me to do things… horrible things… they promised to explain it all to me… my dreams, all of my questions, they promise to leave me alone if I do it, I don’t have much time, if I don’t do it tomorrow he will get me, he is outside now, looking in my room through the glass, staring at me, smiling at me… just on the other side of the door while his minions crawl around my room… I have to do it, I have very little sanity left, if this stops now maybe I can rest…

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<p class="MsoNormal">February 14th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">I did it, my shrink is dead… she brought me to the computer room so I can make my entry… she doesn’t even read them anymore.. if she ever did… who are they for? Anyway… she is dead now… I couldn’t figure out how to do it… there is only computers and chairs in this room… I had no other choice, I ripped out her throat with my teeth… not nearly as horrible as I thought it would be… tonight they will tell me everything and I will be free, he will leave me alone and I can have peace.

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<p class="MsoNormal">February 14th, 2010.

<p class="MsoNormal">They’re outside now, banging on the door, talking to me, trying to convince me to open the door, to let them in, promising me mercy if I do as they ask… I have no intentions of letting them in, not now or ever, they will have to tear the door from its hinges to get me, and by then the world will already know the truth, I will take this entire file, all of my entries and upload them somewhere safe, somewhere it can do the most good. He has told me the truth.

<p class="MsoNormal">Fear. He is fear. If you let him in, all the way in, he will take you. Opening your mind to fear is fine, but when you start becoming paranoid, checking over your shoulder, avoiding dark places, turning on all the lights, afraid of what might be waiting for you it opens your unconscious and sometimes he can slip in… if he does he will devour you, you will never escape him, you will end up like me.

<p class="MsoNormal">So please, do not search for fear, don’t start to crave it, watching movies… reading stories… the more it reaches you, the more open you are to him… I am lost to fear… you don’t have to be.

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