Dear Whoever Will Bear The Time To Read This,
Phillip (aka Jess's dad) has been in jail for a month now, but for some odd reason every time I hear the wind whistle outside of my bedroom window I can't help but jump. He was charged with attemtped murder, stalking and harrassment - basically, he'll be gone for a while. I get frightened, though. Walking the streets during the fall of dark, and I can't seem to get a normal amount of sleep. Everything I hear I think it must be him. I think I see him in the shadows at night, or behind a tree during the day. His voice echoes through my mind. Perhaps I have come down with PTSD.
There is one stability in my life, though. Despite the fact that everyone from the camp left me, therefore making me do this alone, I still have Jake left. He has not left my side, unlike a great deal of others. I understand they on't want to deal with my insanity - I don't either - but the least bit they can do is try and help instead pf just dropping me like a one hundred pound dumbell.
~A very frightened Alex Bertie (and probably crazy)
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Distorted Days, Stolen Sanity ||Discontinued
FanfictionAlex's stalker - his ex-girlfriend's dad - is in jail. But after months of torturing, he can't seem to help but think everything he sees and hears is his stalker, out of jail and ready to attack again. With a series of journal entries, his boyfrien...
