Look out for the shadows. They are there make no mistake about it. When you see one. RUN. Even if you don't know where you're going just run and don't ever stop. They'll take you in and convince you into their side.
Stay alone. Although you feel horrible and neglected, you have to stay alone. It's their trick, it's the reason you're stuck here. They make you feel neglected, make you search for mercy. They make you forget who you are. Then they come for you.
They will kill you make no mistake about it. I pray for the days that I can yet again see sunlight. I miss the way it kissed my cheecks and wrapped itself soothingly around my back. Those are the memories I try to keep. The ones that keep me going.
The memories that guide you through and make you fight back.
To this day (Which I'm not sure of) I still wonder what they are, why they chose us. What was it about us? Were we the weak ones?
I felt weak and broken when I forgot my name. It's coming back now, that my time is so little they have spared me my name.
I was a buisiness woman of some sort, I can tell by my clothes. Striped shirt and a perfectly ironed black pencil skirt. I might have been slightly big headed, when I looked at my reflection I saw a woman coated in makeup. A woman who felt self concious, hiding under her mascara and blonde hair.
It feels so strange, having to judge yourself like this. It's like being born again but into adulthood, and you have to guess what kind of person you are. I tried talking to myself, I think I'm American but it's hard to tell what your own voice sounds like.
I can't find the others. If there were others. I seem to have vague memories of other people, running along side me. Sometimes this whole thing feels like a dream, I remember something important for a split second but then it vanishes.
This is beond torture. It's draining me lifless.
There goes another one. Don't give up like I did. I know there's no one left here, I try to deny it but I can feel the truth lingering in the back of my mind.
And now as I sit here in the cold puddles surrounding my feet, I engrave these so meaningful, true words.
I hope whoever gets this message will take it with great caution. And that they don't forget. I lived a happy life I'm sure of it. And in a way I feel ready for death, like it's been waiting and it's willing to take me in with open arms.
Please listen to me. I am happy, so happy that death has finally chosen me. Maybe you will find a way out, even though it's unlikely.
But if death shall come upon you. Then don't be afraid
Your's sincerely, Susan L. Williams
