Dear diary,


    I left the house. I couldn''t stay there anymore. The voices were driving me insane. They told me awful things I wish I didn''t hear.


    I''ve copied the writings on the wall onto my skin. I hope it does something.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    It''s really foggy and dark outside. I can''t even see my arm in front of me. I hear rustling and something moving all around me, but I can''t see anything through the fog. It''s cold out here. I should have brought the blanket.


    I''m going to try going to Bobby''s house. Wish me luck.


    Love,


    Tina