Feb 24th, 2014
Ok... I know it's been a few weeks... sorry I didn't write. I was paralyzed for 20 days. I couldn't move or talk. But, earlier today I found food. I started to hear buzzing, and found a little fridge with food. Bad news, the itching has turned into terrible rashes. I went from being fair white, to red. I look like a zombie.
Feb 25th, 2014
I apologize for stopping there. But the bars on my window? They broke and fell on me. I woke up the next day and got them off. But now I'm cut, luckily there are bandages somewhere. Now I can see the kids outside! But... they can't see me. I think. I banged on the window to try and get there attention, but I ended up cracking it, and I fear to touch it now. Now if you are wondering where I'm getting water, it's from the sink. It's disgusting so I drink as little as possible. I'm doing well on food and water now, but not on hygiene. I still have a bathroom connected to my room, so I can shower, but my carpet is stained with blood. Sometimes I cough up blood. Well now I do. At least the itching has died down. Oh! And I looked up the "FBI" on my device.. hearing that, you may say "call for help" but I can't, I don't have service. But anyways, the FBI is some form of police, and apparently a couple was arrested for "drugs" since I forget everything everyday... I don't know what they are, and since the were arrested for it, I'm scared to look it up. I don't want nightmares and a illness. But I guess it's something bad. One of them does look like a sketch I drew of my mother to not forget her. Well at least those people are gone. The seemed terrifying, like burglars who were allowed to break in at anytime. Criminals who can't be arrested. But, at least there gone. It gets boring here. I'm just bored bored bored bor-
Sorry I stopped I stepped on something while writing. It's jammed into my foot. It hurts. I'm bleeding. A lot. I'm feeling woozy too... but I found my bandaids.
I found these clipping looking things. I think there called tweeters? No that can't be right but whatever. I pulled it out of my foot. It's a key. To what? I have no idea, but I need to clean up my foot still, so bye for now.
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Unknown Illness
Mystery / Thriller8 year old Olive has a disease unknown to mankind. Not knowing if it's contagious, her parents have locked her up in her room. Because of the illness, she has little memory of how to do things, so she writes in her notebook so she won't forget. But...
