《He’s here.》 Journal entry #1
Maddy¡¯s journal Madelyn¡¯s entry #1
I¡¯ve decided to use my full name instead of the go-to that everyone calls me, I mean my sister did tell me I should use it at my full disposal, so why not use it. It¡¯s the name I use in my head when talking about myself or making up conversations when I¡¯m watching others. Trust me I¡¯m always watching (cue the eerie violins, or maybe the X-files theme?) but yeah, Madelyn just sounds so much more mature, like Madelyn has her shit together, but Maddy is pouring her feelings out in a journal because she¡¯s having crisis after crisis. It¡¯s not like anyone will ever read this and see that I am having inner turmoil struggles with my own mind, about what name to call myself.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.
Today¡¯s been interesting, I¡¯ve been majorly productive, taking my meds (for you, Eve, just in case you decide to eavesdrop on this journal) but honestly, I¡¯m perked up today, and that¡¯s not just the girls. I feel Sunkissed in this coffee shop today (totally sounds like some lame country song) I have a great book in my lap, and a cup of something, I don¡¯t really remember ordering, but it¡¯s sweet, and I¡¯m enjoying today.
He¡¯s here again.
present day. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Journal entries 2 and 3 Madelyn¡¯s entry#2 He. Madelyn¡¯s entry#3 The clouds are grey, today is Thursday, and I am sipping on a black coffee this time, take that Mr. Journal, or Miss, shit I really hope I didn¡¯t misgender you. Yeah, I think my sister is right, I should take my meds. Although she¡¯d never hear that from me because I¡¯m talking to a journal, I¡¯ve tried to start an everyday journal, but who¡¯s got that much time, I mean I do, but also who¡¯s got that much to talk about. Eve told me to just talk about my days, like the weather, how many people I¡¯ve talked to, things I¡¯ve done or seen, but that¡¯s so boring. I¡¯d rather make up conversations for others in my head.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Great idea#1 I can try to write down what I¡¯m seeing right now. ¡°Honey?¡± ¡°yes, sugar¡± ¡°When are we gonna buy that lake house on Lake Winnipesaukee?¡± ¡°Mary, lake winnamahuh? We got a lake in the backyard. You know, where we can fish and hunt anytime we want. ¡° ¡°Oh Merle, you know that lakes full of bodies, that¡¯s where he keeps them.¡± ¡°They¡¯re floating a lot more often Mary, we ought to dredge it, or go for a swim ourselves.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right, what was I thinking, we can¡¯t leave that lake behind, who would he watch, when He¡¯s Here.¡± Journal entries 4 and 5 Madelyn¡¯s entry#4 Is. Madelyn¡¯s entry#5 It¡¯s bright out today, almost unbearable, and today there¡¯s not many around me, the quietness is almost as disheartening as I¡¯m used to the constant chattering of patrons, at the normal coffee spot, no, today I thought I¡¯d getaway at one of Eve¡¯s favorite spots, the Library. The library comes with cool amenities like free computer access, and there¡¯s even a small rose bush garden on the outside, with bees buzzing around it, and I¡¯d been watching it for the past hour now. the book I grabbed was opened to a random page, so others didn''t find me suspicious, even if I had yet to turn a page. I counted 1,2,3,4,7 of them flying around the garden, and I named them all. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Henry, Ernie, Samuel, Howard, Edward, Ricardo, and Eddie. They¡¯re like little worker bees, buzzing in and out of the bush garden, it¡¯s almost impressive how they come and go, always regrouping when need be. I wish I could be a bee sometimes, shirking my responsibilities as a human, but then I think of the term, ¡®worker bee¡¯ then I think that maybe just not being¡­ Blah blah blah, Eve says that I shouldn¡¯t think like that. ¡®It isn¡¯t very becoming of you¡¯ is what she would say. I wanna tell my sister that being nosy and giving your little sister a useless journal to write in, isn¡¯t very becoming of her. I wanna tell her that he¡¯s still there, no matter if I write, distracting myself, he¡¯s never gone, just there, some days close, some far, but never out of sight, day by day. Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I wanna keep them closed, and drift off. I¡¯m so tired. Journal entry number 6 and 7 Madelyn¡¯s entry#6 Here. Madelyn¡¯s entry #7 So, I¡¯ve made the mistake of drawing Him. I¡¯ve madE him true; I¡¯ve made him come to me. He¡¯S closer now tHan bEfoRE, like thinking of Him makES Him comE to life, gives him something to gRasp, and I¡¯m scarEd, of not just the drawing, those dark tumultuous eyes, blaring off the page over an obscure wHitE face. It lookS mask-like like its porcelain was sHattEREd and put back togetHEr, the life taken away from it. It abSolutely terrified me, that picture, so I bawled it up and burned it, not even leaving a crisp of evidence. NotHing bEsides the papeR disappEar tHough bEcauSe it¡¯s in my HEad, REaching out. I feel as if I¡¯m losing grip on wHats rEal or shouldn¡¯t be, a Semblance of my HEad is completely scREwy and loose.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Evelyn, if you do come across this journal, burn it, for me please, don¡¯t dig into it, it¡¯s always there, we just don¡¯t see it, so please burn this up and leave no traces of it behind. I beg of you as your baby sister. Final Entry Madelyn¡¯s entry# There¡¯s nothing of it, nothing at all, it just appears, like the shadow glances that seem to appear in your peripheral vision, I don¡¯t know why he¡¯s here, I didn¡¯t mean to bring him to life, to give him something more of me than I intended, I¡¯m scared, I don¡¯t know how much longer I have or if he¡¯ll even get any closer, all I know is that HE¡¯S HERE.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. beginning of the end. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.