Diary Entry 129:
Okay, get this; I now have scratches that grow. They were three, small, straight lines at first. Then they grew so they were about three inches across my hand. It grew until the red marks danced all the way up to my arm. The abrasions swirled, twisted, and swiveled in no particular pattern.
I now have to wear long sleeved shirts to school, in the middle of August. I get the weirdest stares from all the other students but at this point I really don't care. It is so weird, it's not like I cut myself or anything like that. I am not sure what is going on, I kind of hope it scares though. It would be the coolest scar ever.