3/21/2011
Dear Diary
Last night I had another dream. It was more fuzzy this time though. I remember being held, and again being asked to stay. There was a conversation, but I don't remember quite what. I told him that I can't because I'm attached to my body. He was sad and didn't want me to go again.
I woke up today, and I remember it being 3/17 yesterday. I have no memory of the past four days. I pulled the mask out trembling with terror.
"Tobi, what are you doing?" The deep voice didn't answer, it answered in the light, cheerful voice.
Ally said she couldn't stay because she was stuck in her body, no? Tobi's just taking some precautions before Ally leaves with Tobi.
"Tobi, why? I can't just leave! You have to stop this."
Ally doesn't want to stay. Tobi knows she doesn't.
"N-no, Tobi, stop it."
No. Ally will be ok. I ran out the door, out the house, and down the street. I was forced to stop when my chest began to hurt. After sitting a few minutes, I went to the baseball fields and tried to think, but no rational, plausible thoughts came.
I went home at 8:30 pm. Upon entering the door, my Mum was waiting for me.
"Where have you been? Do you know how late it is?" I could tell she was pissed. I didn't answer, instead aiming my head at the ground.
"Go to your room, and don't come out until tomorrow." Doing as she said, I flopped and my bed and grabbed my diary. The mask was nowhere to be seen.
This will be the last time I'll be writing. I'm going to burn this diary so I can forget. Bye Tobi.