User:Robertoes

DAY 1

It is still 2 am but it feels like I’ve been in bed for a week. This will be the way I die I thought, and I really had no idea how any of this would start to happen but all I remember is yesterday at some yard sale I bought some cool book I wanted to use for a prop in a school project, but I don't know what to do with it until then. The book, is a small journal book that you would see some kid at school using. It was a composition notebook with the name Lucifer Bordon. I know Lucifer is another name for the devil, but I kept my mind from forgetting that, know I get easily scared, but I don't really care, I fall asleep easily.

It is now 4 am and I have school tommorow but it is the last day of school and I am a senior in high school and I already have a scholarship to berklee and I really don't want to die tonight. I don't think I will but I am a type to get scared easily. Now, I hear the pounding again, and I give up, I’m just done with this crap! So, I decide to make a fire in my driveway and burn the book...

DAY 26

It has been 26 days since I burned the book. And I feel much better and I can sleep much better... Or so I thought... I am watching tv, and I hear a sudden, loud eerie scream in my bathroom, and SPRINT right of my house. I call the police and they find blood marks in my basement and they ask how it got there and I just said, “I don't know”. I realized that I saw a book on the table in my basement and I didn't notice it until I went downstairs to turn the heat up. I pick up the book and I look inside and it has a message in blood that says почему, мне And being the smart person I am (sarcasm) I go onto my computer and go into google translate and type that in and it comes out to say “why me?”

DAY 692

It has been 1 year, and 275 days since the weird message in the book. I am in berklee, living in my dorm and I am studying for the final exams. Our school re-uses textbooks for some classes, and, the weird kid I am always love to follow the “turn to page 564“ or something. But this one, it said, как давно это было? 666 дней? And I translated that and I almost crapped myself it said “how long has it been? 666 days” and I realized, it has been 666 days since I found the note that said “why why why me”I turn around to see a man, but I don't know what or who he is and I run straight backwards and I see Glass, Blood, and the sidewalk. I fell 27 stories onto the pavement and I feel like the whole world went into slow motion... I see, red marks on my leg and I try to read it and it says Перейти на убийство.

DAY 709

It has been 11 days since the attempted murder at berklee, and I just woke up from a coma, and I have my friend who I met at berklee, L. Bordon. The doctors said I may have forgotten some long term memories. L. Bordon Is really friendly and has that type of face that everyone will want to hang out with. He always has this weird smile, but I guess he is just a happy guy. He tells me a few stories about his childhood and how he got made fun of for being the quiet one. He said he is writing a book called “Go for the kill” and that he will finish by the time we get out of berklee. He said that he does not know who the killer was and he asked what he looked like. Since I have permanent brain damage I couldn’t remember what he or she looked like. He said he had to go study for the finals and he left.

DAY 710

He came back to visit today and he asked me “Why are you always writing in this journal?” I couldn’t remember why but I decided to after I recovered to keep a diary for my a biography or something. I looked in the back of the notebook and it had a picture of him on it. He came back later and asked if the butterfly knife he was holding was mine. I didn't know if I had one but I thought it was cool so I said yeah. I heard a *pop* and I saw the life support system cord cut in half and a sticky note on the knife and it says “ENJOY THE KNIFES! (and hell)!”