i woke up scared.
i didnt know where i was.
my throat ached.
my body sore.
the room was mine- but how?
how had i gotten here?
a blue envelope sat on my bed.
nice and neat, addressed to me.
was it another letter?
or well, i mean i guess that's obvious.
the person who brought me home..
they have to be the unknown writer, right?
who else could it be?
my wrists were beginning to itch, a new habit i've picked up.
the bracelets that normally cover my wrists were gone.
where they were i had no idea.
if it weren't for the scratching then i can guarantee i would've left the house without them.
i dont know when i started to inflict this pain or even why.
it's grown worse and worse.
it used to be a thing i did to forget.. now it's something i do to feel.
my body was slowly caving in on itself.
my mind already shattered and hopeless.
it wouldn't be long now.. not too long until i fade away completely.
