May? June?
Dead diary,
I can't hold on any longer.
He picks my flesh off here and there, it hurts so bad, I dont want to write anymore.
Little by little I have no leg.
The feeling is horrible my bones sticking out in odd directions, I camt handle anymore.
I have nothing to eat besides myself.
I reek of mold and rotting flesh.
Help me.
-R
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
HorrorDear diary... I need to escape. NOVEMBER 18th 2016 IVE UPDATED THIS BOOK IT HAS A BETTER PLOT, (punctuation and gammer is still getting worked on) this book was made as a rising author and still am, excuse the jumpy plot I tried my best to fix it...
