Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31532017-20161130072138/@comment-31532017-20161207073138

Author Notes: Not too fond of this new draft; could use some insights to it.

I remain uncertain if he's still observing me or not as I continue to write this down. I'm not even sure if he's pulling my strings into doing this. However since I'm able to express out my own thoughts for once; hopefully it shouldn't be that case.

For simplicity's sake, I shall not put too much detail into everything that I find unnecessary. All you need to know is that I've been a slave to this man ever since I came about into this world. I didn't realized it until it was too late; my oblivious mind towards the whole situation caused me quite dearly. That man took away the two most important things from me, my wife and son.

A truck driver had apparently ram into them when he failed to make a proper turn. No, it wasn't an accident; he called the hit, I'm positive. Before the incident happened, I've received numerous strange phone calls; all warning me about this event. I didn't heed the warnings because I thought it was a prank made by the teenagers living around here; the more I think about it, the more I grasp what I could've done to prevent this outcome. My son was only four when it happened and my wife was bearing a second child.

However it wasn't enough to satisfy this fucker's taste for my misery; he started forcing me into drugs. I don't even remember how I've gotten addicted nor how I managed to get my hands on them in the first place. Regardless, from then on everything spiral into madness when I was caught by the cops. I served my time and when I was released, I had no where to go.

Lost my old home, a place of comfort for me and my once, family. It should be obvious, I got fucking fired as soon as I was arrested under drug charges, I couldn't convince anyone else to give me a job. After all, that's how society treats drug users nowadays. Yet my cravings for the substance never stopped, I've been to prison on number occasions for these types of felonies.

Took many years for me to finally realized that I was being forced to go through these scenarios I couldn't even imagine myself possibly doing. That's right, how else could you explain it? A man who's about to live a normal healthy life ends up being deemed worthless by everyone. Some say that I'm freaking nuts or I'm going through tough times and shit like that. They're foolish and simple-minded, unaware of what's coming for them.

In all sincerity, I really wish I could spread this message towards all of you but being confined into this small white room makes it almost impossible. Luckily my therapist was kind enough to give this paper and pen for me to note this down; a nice woman, I'll have to say. I believe he finally lost his interest in me, I mean what else could he possibly take from me.

Now you're wondering who this man might be, it's obvious; he sticks out like a sore thumb. He goes by many names, but we all know as God. Yes, the almighty is the one responsible for everything that has happened to me.

I could care less if you don't believe me, but that man hungers for our demise and suffering. He's done this before and he's not planning to stop anytime soon. Sometimes he pick random individual targets like me, other times he goes for the larger crowd.

Not matter how much you pray, he'll shall torture you until you're no more than few bites of dust. How else could you explain the huge of life through time and universe itself?