The Pages of Death {Complete}

Sunday March 20th

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Sunday, March 20th

I woke up from my nightmare with a scream. It was a wonder my voice held out for the scream; I felt as if I'd screamed and yelled so much in the past couple of days. My body was covered in sweat, a clear sign that my visions weren't dream-like and were indeed a nightmare. I don't remember what exactly had happened in the nightmare, but I don't think I would want to.

All I remember was that I was being chased. By what or who, I'm not quite sure. Though if I could take one guess I would probably get it right. Looking around, I hadn't the slightest idea where I was. I remember running yesterday, but I don't remember seeing anything as I ran. I could be in a different county for all I knew.

I knew I was alone. That I had no one to run to, no one to care about, nothing to do. My life was now utterly pointless.

So what was I going to do now?

I figure I should just live this day like it's my last. Who knows? Maybe it is. My stomach growled, sounding quite annoyed and empty. Realization dawned on me that I hadn't had anything to eat in quite a while. I would need to find the closest town or city and somehow get food from there. Would they take pity on me? Would I end up stealing? I knew I could never scrounge for food in the dumpster--too much filth and flies. The food would be disgusting anyways. I wasn't desperate enough to eat someone else's rotten leftovers.

Sitting and thinking about food, even moldy bread, was making my mouth water and my need for food greater. Walking around to find a place to get food was going to take a while, so I was quick to let my mind wander to avoid being completely bored out of my mind. My mind pondered pointless things until it came back to what I had shouted to the sky. I had invited the book to track me down and take me.

It might have come to me next on its own. It had killed everyone close to me. The only logical thing was to think that it would come for me next. There was only one slight problem--what would it do to me? What was my 'big fear'? I tried to think back to everyone's fears. The number thirteen had no affect over me. Alley ways were merely unexplored areas. I loved fire, and cold weather was usually a blessing. Physical harm wasn't really a problem for me. I certainly didn't find any pleasure in pain, but I could deal with physical pain fairly easy, even without a hospital nearby. Had my friends and family still been alive, Mr. Schmu's fear very well could have worked for me... but that wasn't really an issue anymore.

Shaking my head clear of these thoughts I looked up and saw a town not too far down the road. My stomach rumbled, as if it were reminding me that food was priority and I needed some. Like I really needed a reminder. I walked into the first gas station store and up to the large man behind the counter. I started to feel unsure about asking him for anything--he was scary. He looked as if he belonged to some super dangerous Russian mafia.

"Can I help you?" He said in a thick Russian accent. At least that was cool, and I had guessed correctly.

"I-I umm... I'm far from home, with no money and no family or friends. I'm about to starve and was wondering if I could... um.. Maybe have some food? Anything would be greatly appreciated." My heart beat was erratic and loud. I was afraid that my heart would pound right out of my chest. I couldn't keep his gaze, it felt as if he shot fire with his eyes. It felt like forever, but maybe it hadn't been that long before he started to chuckle lightly. I peeked up at him to see a warm smile on his face.

"You need food? I get you best food in the town." He wrote down simple directions and passed it across the counter. "My mother will feed you, for free." Baffled, I took the paper and thanked him the whole way out of the store. I followed the directions and ended up at a small cottege looking house. Nervous, I rang the door bell. An older Russian lady opened the door.