𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻// adam stanheight//saw (finished!!)

𝖛𝖎𝖎𝖎

dear journal,

november 18, 2006

i found him. i fucking found him. i found lawrence.

he's actually alive. what a dick. i can't believe his ass is still alive.
anyways, he looks the same as he used to. kinda looks like he gained a few pounds. but still looks good. nevermind.

i just cannot believe that one footed bitch is still alive.
idiot.

adam

"what're you writing?" casey bugged.

"huh? oh, my last therapist told me that writing my thoughts and feelings would be helpful." adam answered.

"is it helpful?" 

"not really."

"then stop doing it." casey suggested.

adam sighed to himself.

"i can't just stop." adam replied.

"if it doesn't help, then don't do it."

"it releases stress sometimes." adam spoke.

"oh, then keep it." casey changed her mind.

adam looked down at his journal and stared at everything he wrote.

"what i write is useless." adam said.

casey didn't answer, instead she brewed herself some black coffee.

adam looked up at her.

"don't you think?" adam asked her.

"how should i know?" casey shrugged.

adam stood up and approached casey.

he slammed his journal down on the counter aggressively.

"look at this shit!" he screamed.

casey jumped, fearing adam.

"this shit is pointless!" he yelled again.

casey looked down at her feet trying to drown out the sounds of adam's yells.

"look at me casey!" 

casey didn't budge.

"i said look at me!" he yelled louder.

casey looked up at adam with tears filling her eyes.

adam stopped, and calmed down.

"you get mad over the stupidest shit adam!" casey blurted, her voice trembling.

adam looked down, feeling embarrassed.

"now look at you! you feel bad now?" casey yelled.

adam turned away from casey, and walked away to sit on the couch.

casey stared off, then looked down at his journal.

she flipped a few pages and scanned through some words.

her arms filled with goosebumps oddly.

she ran her fingers through her own hair as she read more and more.

but then she stopped and threw it at him.

"you're right. what you write is pointless!" casey screamed.

adam looked up at her with a concerning yet evil expression.

then he stood up and stormed over to her.

"get away from me!" casey pushed him.

"stop." he grabbed her wrists.

"no!" casey struggled to get away from adam, "let go!"

"stop it!" he yelled at her loudly.

she then stopped and looked at adam's eyes, staring at hers.

"just stop." he told her gently.

then he let go of her slowly.

casey watched as he put his hands down away from her.

"i'm sorry." casey whispered.

but adam ignored her, and walked away to pick up his pointless journal.

"i'm gonna go." casey told him quietly.

adam didn't say anything or look at her.

 he just let her go.

casey grabbed her things.

as she was about to walk out the door,

she looked at adam to check on him.

and he still wasn't going to stop her.

so then she finally sighed and walked out of his front door.

not saying anything.

whenever she left, adam sat there in the silence, 

staring down at the floor.

"cunt." adam then whispered to himself.

he rolled his eyes and stood up, 

taking his journal to the trashcan, 

and squished it down.

he then proceeded to walk away to sit down on his couch.

closing his heavy eyes.

yet they were heavy for an unspecified reason.

whatever.