So the 'doctor' gave me this computer that takes in online entries. He told me it is my new journal, but I refuse to give him what I own: My Diary.
He tries to get me to talk, but how do I know if I'm being recorded for every word I say? I guess I can only say things that wouldn't lead to any trouble in my case.
I still search long in these dreams, my dreams of what use to be a family. My family.
Where did it all go wrong, journal? And why is it that when ever he comes to visit me, he carries this gruesome grin. And the medicine he gives me, is it even medicine in the first place?
Only time will tell, but now all I can do is take in what he gives me in hope for an answer. Still, I wonder what he is really giving me because it hurts and gives me nightmares.
Since this is my new Dream Journal, I guess it is alright to mention what I have dreams about.
My Dream:
A green meadow, the red sun rising in the heavens. A girl hand in hand with another girl, racing down towards the forest. They both notice something, two glowing balls of two beautiful colors like that of a butterfly.
They're fairies, graceful wings fluttering as the two floated swiftly in front of one of the two. The shorter one with black hair. The other girl lets go of her hand, watching as the two fairies take either of the friend's hand, leading her away into the streets besides the grassy meadow.
Darkness, blood splatters across the ground as a scream breaks the silence before a white light clears the vision. Then...everything's black.
I had woke up screaming. Honestly, I thought I felt the sudden pain collide into my chest. I only hope I didn-- He's coming. I think this entry will have to end for now.
