I was going through my belongings when I found these drawings. They seemed like warnings, but the handwriting wasn't my own. "He's watching," "He follows," and more of the like. Who is he?
The headaches have come back. The bruises are forming again, and drinking still isn't doing anything. I think back to the bottle of pills and the note. For when things get bad. This feels bad, does that mean I should take it?
YOU ARE READING
Proxy
ContoIt 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...
