Hello. My name is Andy. I've written this journal because i don't have much time left. In hopes that this journal will someday help somebody I'm writing it expediently. It started with a humming. It grew louder and louder. No one else heard it, just me. It was everywhere. When i was asleep, at school, home. Everywhere. Then the scratching. It was like the humming, only i could hear it. Like nails on a chalk board, it was excruciating.
But thats over. Then there was the itching, like scratching on my skin. No marks, just the sensation of nails on my skin. It was all over my body. As if someone had been running their hands up my skin with sharp jagged nails.
"Fuck!" Theyre breaking the door down as I'm writing this. The frame is cracking. I know they're not giving up anytime soon. My life is basicly in their hands. Im going to die. Either by suicide or them.
Im not giving up. I still hear the whispers. Millions of voices telling me to end it. Theyre telling me to grab the gun. I didn't listen to them, and they didn't like that.
Im scared. Its dark. The lights don't work anymore, the only light I have is from a dimly lit candle. Its almost burnt out.
The door frame is gone, theyre working on knocking the door down. I have to move fast. I put the desk infront of the door hoping to stall them. Im in the closet, I can't escape through the window cause i boarded it on day 5. Its currently day 28. 28 days of this shit. They almost have the door down. Dear God kill me now. Fuck!.....
----- Hello, Ths is my second story so far on here. If you guys like this so far vote and comment please. The next chapter is gonna be good, i dont like happy endings ;)
