August 15, 2008
I have not written in so long. Mother found my journal and took it. For days I couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was watching besides Mother. Sometimes I would see a shadow on the wall or hear something move.
It was probably just my imagination. I know I am insane. My heart pounds constantly and everything sometimes blurs. Hearing the wind rush threw the cracks in the walls doesn't phase me anymore. My hands don't work well. Sometimes I feel my hands burning.
I scream when this happens, but Mother just comes in and slaps me. She tells me I am being ridiculous and need to calm down and shut the hell up. I wish that shadow would help me.
August 30, 2008
Mother hasn't brought food in a week. She never answers me when I ask her about it. She only looks me intensely in the eyes. That shuts me up. I feel weak and can barely hold this pencil. I know I am losing color in my skin because my arms are a ghostly white. I feel like I am not really here.
I want to break away from this place, but what if outside is worse like Mother said. I would take my chances. Nothing could be worse than this shit of a place. I want someone to break me free of this space.
I feel like a caged animal. I need help.
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Beyond Sight
ParanormalJo hates life. Her mother barely cares for her and never shows affection. Jo is never allowed outside and always wonders what it is like. But is everything really there? Sometimes her mother seems transparent. Jo's mind is turned and she struggles t...
