《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. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any 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. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. 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. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. 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. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. 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. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. 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. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. beginning of the end. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.