Diary of a Madman

Entry 7

I can't get that text out of my head. Amy can't be gone, and what did it mean when it said 'He's next'? I was honestly happy when who or whatever it was stopped writing in my book so I got pretty freaked when it started again. Forget freaked, I was PISSED! I almost through this thing out, only for my curiosity to stop me. I know I know, kinda dumb. I can hear anyone reading this yelling at how stupid I am. But tell me you would not do the same in my position! Well I guess you can't, but me teach will give me an earful on this whole horror theme I have taken up. But I promise I'm not trying to. This is called a diary for a reason! Anyways, I'm getting a bit off topic. What did it mean when it wrote 'Forgotten'? I don't know, maybe I will ask James if he can help me brainstorm some Ideas. Frankly, he's the only one I trust at the moment. My teacher just smacked my head with a ruler for writing instead of listening. Gonna end this entry for now.

Time/Day/ 9:17 Monday

Word count:196

S.T.I.L.L.  T.I.M.E.

Entry 8:

STILL TIME FOR WHAT!? I am sick of these vague, meaningless, two-lined sentences! I'm not even mad about the writings anymore, only the vagueness of them. Why are you doing this? Why me? Who are you? Prove it to me. Prove to me you actually exist. Prove to me you are some 'Supernatural' being! Go on. DO SOMETHING!

Sorry, got a bit insane there. I waited a hour and a half for something to happen. I had kept the pen in my hand the whole time. My eyes had stayed on the page as well. My eyes are very dry now. I don't think I even blinked for that whole time, but people never really remember blinking though. My teacher said I should see a psychologist. I had denied the suggestion by saying that I wasn't crazy. At this point she informed me that I was suspended until I had my, in her words, mental state in check. I refused to leave. You can't blame me for that, I want to be a Journalist. It is my dream, suspension will through a monkey's wrench in my future. At this point they 'escorted'  me off the premises. Yup. Escorted. The polite way to say dragged off the premises ranting profanities at them, then to be thrown through the gate. Not one of my best moments, and I hope when I get back they will forget about it. Before I had been escorted out I had spoken to James. It wasn't long and we didn't discuss anything of interest, but as they where dragging me away he had promised he would come around later.

I kinda just want to go home. Back to my. My mother hasn't called in a while. And my little sister hasn't sent me any of her homemade cards in a while. My older brother, Jackson, hasn't contacted me either. I hadn't thought it weird until now. I didn't forget anyone. My father left when I was 5. Where ever he is he can stay there for all I care. I wouldn't mind if he had disappeared instead of Amy. In fact I would rather it.

Time/day: 3:20 Tuesday

Word count: 560