Faceless

(Day Five, "Ominous Feelings")

I don't have much time left.

Maybe a few hours.

I have to hurry.

I can feel them drawing closer and closer by the minute, ready to strike, ready to kill.

Ready to tear my mind in shreds.

I'm still sane.

I'm still sane.

I'm still sane.

My mind is clear.

I'm making peace with my inevitable death.

It's going to happen whether I like it or not, so I might as well accept it.

I found a lily an hour ago.

A blackened, burnt lily.

I'm going to die soon.

The grim is following me.

The dead are following me.

Everyone is following me.

"Keep going."

Well, guess what? I'm going.

I'm going, going, going as fast as I can.

And none of you care.

You just keep telling me to keep going and I am listening like the naive girl I am.

But if I stop, you'll kill me.

I'll die either way.

I don't know why it matters.

I'll buy myself a few more hours, just a few more hours, and then I'll give up.

I'll give in to the monsters chasing me.

My mind cannot be changed, even if anyone had the power to change it.

I'm set in my decision.

(end of recording.)