Diary of a Madman

Entry 9

I called my mother, I was happy she answered. Honestly I was afraid that she wouldn't and that I would find out everyone had forgotten about her too. Thinking about it now, that would be hard to explain when someone asked me who my parents were. Anyway as I talked to her I told what had happened. She was really worried about me and told me... No, demanded I would come home at once. I heard Ashley's voice in the background asking my mom what was wrong and who she was talking to. I heard my mom do a poor job at trying to cover the speaker as she told Ashley it was me. Afterwords she kept begging to talk to me.

"David, is it OK If I give the phone to Ashley?" My mother had inquired. Confused as to why she asked, I questioningly agreed.

"David! Are you coming home? I miss you! Have you been getting my letters?" And she continued to babble, asking question after question and adding comments to each.

"Slow down! I can't keep up with you at this rate! I don't know If I'm coming home yet and I haven't. In fact, I haven't been getting any mail. Probably got stolen." I concluded. I hadn't meant to say the last comment out loud, but I did.

"Mom! David got got robbed!" Ashley exclaimed. In the background I heard my mother give a startled 'what?' then telling Ashley to give the phone back to her. Once she complied and gave my mother the phone I braced myself for the questions I wouldn't be able to answer.

"What is missing?"

"It was just an assumption. It's more likely that all my mail was lost in shipping."

"Then why did you tell Ashley that you got robbed!?"

"I thought out loud. Sorry." I replied bluntly.

After talking with them a bit I hung up and decided to write it down. I'm already this far, can't stop now. Hold on, someones knocking on my door.

Day/Time: 1:00 Wednesday

Word count: 332

Entry 10

I can't believe him! I just can't! James was the one knocking on my door. I greeted him and then he asked if we could go somewhere else. I didn't think much of it, I mean, my room is not the nicest place ever. As I said before, it is designed kinda like a cell. So I agreed. He took me to a Physiologist.  He basically dragged me out of the truck. Once we got to the doors I stopped struggling. I might not want to be here but I won't make a bigger fool of myself than I already have.

"Fine I will go, but I'm not saying a word!" I had muttered angrily at James before I was taken to the physiologist.

She tried to get me to talk but as I said, I am not saying a word. So she told me to write my 'feelings' in this diary. Right now shes breathing down my neck as I write this. She needs a breath mint. She said that wasn't very nice. Ok, now she's asking why I write this like I intend on someone reading this, but I'm not giving her the satisfaction of answering. If she wants to know so badly she can take this diary from me and read it. I don't care who reads it, I only care if they think i'm crazy or not. Now she is wondering why I keep writing every word she says. Well to a point anyway. I am doing it so I don't forget anything important, or if she says something strange.

"Who is Amy?" Read entry 5.

"Why do you keep writing this stuff at the bottom?" It's not me.

"Could this be a cry for attention?" I'd rather be alone then in a crowd so no.

"How would you describe everything so far?" You'er kidding, right?

"Why are you here if you don't want help?" I didn't choose to come, I was tricked.

"Is it possible that your apartment room environment could be messing with your mental stat?" Not all of this happened in my apartment.

"Can I write in your Diary so I can show you it is all in your head?" Not beating around the bush now are we? Yea sure whatever, but it won't change anything. It's not guaranteed to happen.

This is  Dr. Johnson and this is a normal diary. There is nothing wrong with it. There is no entity out to get you and no girl named Amy.

H.A.L.E.Y.  A.N.N.  J.O.H.N.S.O.N.

Dr. Johnson is speechless. After she wrote in here she had closed the Diary and put it at her side and continued to ask me questions. I didn't answer of course so after awhile of trying to get me to talk she decided to get the diary out again. So she could at least get me to write my answers. She flipped to this page and nearly flipped. She doesn't appreciate that i'm writing in it now, telling what ever it is that writes in this thing what she is doing. Well, at least we know for sure that I'm not crazy. She said I can let myself out, and to talk to her tomorrow. Well I think I actually feel better. I was almost convinced that I was going insane.

Time/Day: 2:39 Friday

Word count: 887

S.H.E. I.S. N.O. M.O.R.E.