User:Written in blood

Diary #48 Dear Thomas, I wish you would write back to me though I know you wont, you are long since past the afterlife, way deeper than Hell. you say that life was good, so I question why you did to yourself what you did. I don't worry about even though I know your last words were; "Heaven is full, and Hell won't have me." I sometimes think back at that and laugh knowing its an Oliver Sykes quote. You loved Oliver. I wish you were still here with me Thomas. I miss you. The sound of your voice. The smell of your cologne. The warm smile you have always gave me when I was scared of the things outside. I miss your arms wrapped around me at night when I have nightmares about the things, or when I hear them knocking at my door. The things outside. Come to think of it the noises and the shadows, I don't think I can handle much more without you here anymore. I'm not saying I want to kill myself, but rather kill the things. What did you call them again? The Children? I think so. they have gotten worse since you left, like they know that I have no shield to hide under. The Children are coming, Thomas, and I can't stop them. I haven't seen their faces yet so I'm pretty sure I have time. maybe a day. I don't know. I'll update once I rest. goodnight, Thomas. Love, Melissa