Remember, light your house on fire.

Be quite, don't wake up the fear.

Day 7

I've been living here for three days now. The cabin is nice… I guess. It's pretty small, and kind of drafty. I've got a fireplace and a wood burning stove, but no flames and no lighter. I have to use matches. I'm really bad at fire-starting, I fail most of the time, but when I succeed I usually burn my fingers.

It feels so weird, like some fever dream. 'Iori Yagami burning himself on matches?' funny, but not really. It's the sad, pathetic kind of funny. Imagine, the man who could blow shit up with nothing but a thought is now living in some little shack like a fucking caveman, rubbing sticks togethe-

Ah. There we go.

The newspaper I've stuffed beneath the log catches fire. I toss the spent match into the fireplace with the rest of the wood. My fingers sting as the rough wood scrapes at one of my burns. I flinch, then sigh and sit back on my heels.

What am I doing here?

There are books on the shelves, but I can't read any of them. The town is not even worth visiting. Nobody comes out of their houses. There's a single convenience store attached to the gas station, I swear it was the size of my closet back in Florida. Maybe I'll drive down there and buy a pack of cards or something… fuck I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like I'm under house arrest.

I don't belong here.

I exhale and fall backwards to lay flat. I stare listlessly up at the vaulted ceiling. The room is dark, and frankly I prefer it to the sickly fluorescent tubes that light this place. I've left the front door open to catch the sunset and a faint orange light falls on the table to my left. Somewhere behind that is the bed. I clench and unclench my fist, then dig my fingers into the hardwood floorboard. It makes a scraping noise as I pierce holes in the wood.

I don't want to be here.

I didn't eat anything today. For some reason I just didn't want to. I think I have two pounds of beef jerky in the car, and I love beef jerky… but I didn't even touch it. I just wasn't hungry when I woke up… and, well I just went outside and walked around. I mean, there is literally nothing else to do here.

How long do I have to be here?

I guess I should try and eat something. It's probably unhealthy to eat nothing… Maybe I'll just work out tomorrow. I'll run the path I walked today. Hope it doesn't rain.

Sorry for short chapters. I'd rather separate these things via chapter instead of a line. I swear I'm not farming for Reviews (looking at u Jojo) don't. I'm srs.

All you guys who don't wanna read chaos, just don't continue. Shit gets weird.

Peace