I apologize for the time it has taken me to recount the stories from the journal. I've been putting it off for some time now, out of fear. I can't help but read through it over and over, rehashing my mind over the gore and tell-tales of this unidentified woman. I feel so close to her, and so afraid of her. I'm worried about my own safety, and about yours from reading these things. Her "guardian angel" is corrupt, misleading her to horrors unknown. The things she has done because of him, of the others... the only way to describe it would be with her words. I can avoid this no longer. I must tell her story.
YOU ARE READING
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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...
