I sit alone in my room. It’s dark; I like it this way… Why? It keeps
the light away and the light brings Tyler… He is my friend, but only I
can see him. I spend a lot of time sitting, I don’t do anything else.
No thinking, no talking, unless he is around. He makes me think things,
he tells me things too. Tyler says he only tells the truth too.
Yesterday, he gave me an exact countdown to when the world is going to
end… 6 days… 17 hours… 32 minutes… and 7 seconds.”
I’ve been counting… counting down from the time he told me. Tyler tells
me that he and I will be the reason the world ends. He says that we are
gods, that we will decide who will die and suffer eternal damnation,
and who will live to witness their suffering. Either way they will all
die.
5 days… 12 hours… 49 minutes… and 37 seconds.
That is how much time we have left now.
You ask me, what is Tyler’s role in all of this? Well, in all truth, I
don’t know…it’s like he makes it all up as he goes… but somehow the
plans went the way they were thought up. A week ago Tyler told me he
was going to kill me. We go into a big argument that day and I knew he
was serious. He took a knife and stabbed me…Sadly enough I didn’t die…
I woke up in the hospital hearing comments about suicide. The doctors
asked me why I tried killing myself, but I told them that it was Tyler
who did it… Of course, they didn’t believe me. They thought I was
crazy. Am I crazy? Who in this world isn’t crazy?
4 days… 17 hours… 5 minutes… 37 seconds…
I’ve forgotten what lives outside these walls were like. I’ve forgotten
the feel of bodily warmth. It’s so cold… and it’s become dark again.
Tyler won’t be coming back for a while…at least I hope not… He knows
how to appear in the dark now. He talks to me before I go to sleep… He
tells me the time is coming soon. He said we are going to start with
the doctors that didn’t believe me… My mind is full of thoughts to kill…
And I like it.
3 days… 5 hours… 50 minutes… and 3 seconds…
