How long have I been asleep? I don't remember. I only remember flashing lights, pills, and the apparently ever present smoke. My mind and life has become a haze. Like all I'm doing is just surviving and not truly living. I want to live, really, I do. But there is just so much fear I can barely function. The forest calls me. I feel it deep inside my bones, inside my blood flowing like a twisted snake. It burns. The forest yells and screams. It tells me to do things, horrible things that I would never think of doing. But instead of shutting those thoughts down I dwell upon them. God, I'm glad to be awake. It's the only thing letting me know I'm living. I.. I dreamed, vividly, about setting the house on fire and running, running to the trees and never coming back. To never be seen again by anyone. No one even reported me missing, no one cared. The oddest part of the dream was I felt.. warm inside the forest. I felt the comfort that has been absent for so long. That might be the reality if I go. I could finally feel safe.
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Historia CortaIt started with a journal, a small, stupid journal. And now it seems the world is crashing down on me. And all I have to prove myself, to show people I exist, is that book. And now that you are reading my story, I pray to God you don't share the sam...
