Shroud

The Final Stretch.

He fell into a coma. I visited him almost daily, learning his family's visiting habits and going around them. It was hard to see him every day, just.. asleep. Unresponsive. They weren't sure if he would wake up.

One of the days I was visiting, I got a bloody nose. It was my breaking point, if I'm being honest. I knew that the tall man, the one that had plagued my waking nightmare of an existance for months was back.
So I left.
I went back to my apartment, collected ny few most valuable items. The notes from Andrew, the one from my dad. Compact items.
I sent one message to Andrew. I knew he wouldn't see it, but I kept his phone charged. Just in case, maybe he would.
"I love you, and I'm sorry I never proposed." on 06/22/31, at 7:56 PM. Ingrained into my memory.
And then I deleted his contact. Every message we had ever sent, every call we had. Gone.

Instead of really going anywhere specific, I just drove. Hours and hours of straight driving. My memory starts to get fuzzy around here, patchy. Parts missing. Somewhere along the way I guess I crossed the border, went to the states.
My car ran out of gas in a random city. I never caught the name of the city or the state. So I just started walking, the notes in my pocket, my shoe untied.

When I came across the forest, that is when my memory goes blank until the next day, where I'm standing outside the door of a mansion, in the middle of nowhere, greeted by a tall man with no face.

..

That's not the end, exactly. Things have continued after that, obviously. I'm writing this, after all.
I just had to write this. It keeps me a bit tied to myself from before, what I had. It's almost been two weeks since I showed up, but I'm still afraid I'm going to forget everything, so I wrote it down. Maybe if that does happen, this and my journal will help.

To whoever has come across this, please don't destroy it. I'd like to live on a little longer, even in a note.
Though my name isn't really Florence any more. Only to a few.
My name is Shroud, and that is who I will be known as until I am gone.