The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all. I say this with the knowledge of the recent events. Apparently, I had been using the bottle a lot longer than I thought. I woke up in the forest from my drug induced state just outside my house to Madison shaking me. She isn't dead. Part of me was relieved that she was okay. The other part still wants to be alone.
Now, I think I must give some thought into the things I saw. Either seeing and believing that Madison's death was real is from the medication or from the withdrawls. I'm really uncertain as to what answer I would rather have. I made the decision to give them to her.
"What are these?" She asked me. I shrugged, saying I didn't know. "My god, and you've been taking them?" Apparently, I replied. She rubbed her temple and shoved the bottle into her pocket. That was several days ago. I haven't seen the bottle, or any hallucinations, since.
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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...
