Just three more days until Mike and I get out of here forever! I can't wait to get away from here, this place is like a prison. The funny thing is, the worst part about it hasn't been swallowing my food whole, or not being able to talk. It's been the mask. Have you ever had a really bad cold, and you try to breathe out of your nose, but you can't because it's so clogged up? It's like that, but it's way worse. The first thing I do when I get this whole suit off is going to be to go to a pine forest and take a deep breath in. I don't care how far out of the city I have to drive, I'm going to go to one and just savor the smell. It's going to be amazing.
In the meantime though, Mike found an old pen and pencil and showed me how to play connect-four today. We've been playing on the back of a stack of pizza boxes by drawing a grid and filling in the spaces where we want to go. He's won a few games, and I've lost a few games, but some of them have been really close. I'm sure to beat him soon, I just need to figure out a way to catch him by surprise, use a strategy he doesn't expect. I need to come up with the weirdest strategy possible that's so unexpected that he'll have no way of countering it. I've spent hours thinking about it, but so far I haven't come up with one. I'll win eventually though, I'm not worried about that. What I am worried about though is the fact that I haven't been able to take my medication down here.
The problem is that about a year and a half ago I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The doctor said it was a minor case, no jumping out of windows for me, but that I should still take some meds for it just to be safe. Down here though, I don't have access to any of that. I've spent a lot of my time second-guessing myself about whether or not the things I'm seeing are real. I know it's probably nothing, but every few days I've been hearing whispers. They always sound like they're coming from far away in the distance, and they always say the same two words: "it's me". I still haven't told Mike about it yet, but I'm going to need to tell him soon.
He needs to know that it's been happening more often. This morning when I woke up I saw a Freddy Fazbear suit in the corner that wasn't there when I went to bed. The thing is that this one looked... different. Instead of the normal ones that sit up straight because of the metal endoskeleton inside of them, this one just sat there limp, like a dead body. And the only eyes it had were two white dots that just stared at me, unblinking, as if it was waiting for me to make a move so that it could start running at me. I walked over to Mike and got him up to see if he saw it too, but when I looked back it was gone. I grabbed a pizza box and acted like I wanted to play connect-four again, and he seemed to believe me. I'm getting sick of this place. I want my medication. I want my pine forest.
I want to go home.