A/N:

Another short senseless chapter. But senseless isn't always bad, right?

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*in blue ink*

4th Sept

07:05 AM

Sadie: [*annoyed*]

"I thought I told you to stop doing this, right? Why aren't you listening to me? Have you forgotten how much I've done for you? You… you… little brat!"

Why doesn't she like me?

And I actually don't remember if she has done anything for me. Heh.

10:38 AM

I tried… drawing today. But… it's horrible. I'm going to cry. Or sleep.

There's that thing about me – I'm boring! I mean, I can't do anything! I can't draw, or sing, or write, or dance, or rite poetry… Just look, I've misspelled the word 'write'! Fuck!

11:43 AM

Wow! I remember a dream! Really! I never remember them. I'm having them, but I forget them. I mean, I sleep for about 16 hours a day; I have a lot of dreams. But THIS one is weird.

Like this:

*in purple ink*

I was walking. And, I saw birds fly around me – big, black birds. Like ravens, but they weren't ravens. And they all wanted to talk to me! I had to say that I'm not saying anything. But this is just… And then, they got angry and killed me. And I felt weightless, and everything was blue, and I woke up.

*in blue ink*

And I'm still alive.

I was just wondering – what if my dreams aren't dreams and the whole reality is a dream? Huh? Because, I don't remember my dreams, but when I'm sleeping, I don't remember the reality either, right? And I really can't tell if I feel more alive now than when I'm asleep.

What was that thing above about?

*really messy handwriting*

So I actually went outside today. And I saw something.

I was just walking…somewhere. And then, I heard a really LOUD scream. So I got scared, and when I turned around, I saw… someone… being… slaughtered. I just stood there and I even felt like screaming. But I didn't scream. Well, actually… I… I picked up some random stone – or something – I don't remember – from the ground and threw it at the… murderer. And ran away.

I should have called the police or something?

Sadie:

"You seem upset, ma chèrie. Go to sleep"

I'm really scared. I think I'll just sleep. Maybe that was just ANOTHER dream.

I mean, reality can't be so horrible, can it?

11:33 PM

Can't sleep. Can't get the image of the man being slaughtered out of my head. I mean, it was so… fuck. Really.

I need sugar.

5th Sept

Can't sleep!

Can't sleep!

CAN'T SLEEP!

FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCC *scratched out*

WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?

Sadie:

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you going to sleep or not?"

I don't know what time it is. I went outside and threw my clock at some random tree. I need a new clock.

I'm NOT going to Dr. today.

RANDOM TIME

'Random' is a cool word, and I'm scared, and I can't sleep. Why the hell did I go outside? Somebody could see me. I think somebody has seen me. That murderer guy, he may want to find me and do something dreadful. Because I threw a stone at him, and that's rude.

Oh I am so rude! *scratched out*

ANOTHER RANDOM TIME

I'm scared, but not really. I mean, the murderer probably doesn't remember me. Nobody remembers me! Yay!

And I'm FINNALY sleepy. Yawn!

Isn't that cool, saying 'yawn' instead of 'yay'?

6th Sept probably.

I will go outside. Oh, how I will go outside. I have a knife in my backpack, and a mirror, and money! I will get a new clock, and something. I need something.

Nobody can scare me now. NOBODY.

7 Sept

11:23 AM

*really messy handwriting*

I was nearly killed today. I don't wanna talk about it. I hope Sadie won't find out.

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So… I know you people are reading this. Why don't you review? If you hate this, then at least tell me why.

~me.