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Journal Entry 6

Someone called the cops on me, I must've been screaming again in my sleep or something. A neighbor probably complained about noise, but when they got there I had woken up. I woke up with brand new black bruises swirling with the ones that are beginning to get yellow and dull. The officers at first seemed annoyed by having to come all the way over here in the middle of the night, yet when they saw the bursts of inhuman color their faces were filled with concern. Asking me what was wrong and if anyone was here with me. I said no, which was the truth, and they asked to look around. I let them because there was nothing for me to hide. After a thorough search of my home for other life forms and coming up with nothing, they left. I shut the door and locked it. My head pounded so painfully, I feel like I haven't slept in days, but I have because I just woke up. I heard voices in my room, I still hear them, although those might be inside my head. They whisper to me softly, urging me to go out into the forest. I deny their requests each time. They are screaming now, no longer whispering sweet nothings to bribe me, they now threaten my life. I panicked and ran to the kitchen for a knife, and blacked out once more with the tendrils surfacing to my conscious mind. I woke up with blood all over the floor, pain searing in my arms and legs. Honestly, I was so afraid of dying I didn't have any idea of what to do. In the end I bandaged the cuts with the gauze I keep lying around in the medicine cabinet. I need sleep, I need peace. I'm grabbing the antihistamines now, goodnight, my dear self.