Today was a half day, yet I stayed at school for an hour later than I would have if it was a full day. I don't get that. Want to know something that will make you puke like a cheerleader that's just eaten live cafeteria food? The truth is you don't. So I'm not telling you. What was I talking about? Oh. Yeah. I still don't own any of these characters. Hope you might have figured that out by now.

Chapter 6: Weak and Powerless

Dear DIEary,

I don't know how this is happening or what's doing it, but something has gone horribly wrong that never should have happened. True, things went more how I wanted them to. But somehow I still think that it never should have happened that way. Devi. A name that seems so close, yet so distant. I killed her..two years ago probably. But it seems like I was with her just yesterday. That and my memories are conflicting over the date of death of some people in the basement. I know something's wrong, but who would have the ability or the motivation to do that? Okay, so everyone from the basement has a motivation to mess with my mind and make me crazier, if that's even possible. But who COULD do that? That crazy old guy didn't really know me. What is that Jimmy person? No, as annoying as it is he's made the mistake of idolizing me too much to do that. If it was him then my memories would have been altered to his advantage. And that leaves.Stan. His IQ isn't high enough to understand the phrase "give up already you mindless twit". But if he had the power to return from the dead and possess people before, I can't find a reason why he wouldn't do it now. Damn it. Death is never the end. ***********************************************************

It's working. I can feel it. Johnny has been getting more and more depressed since my last encounter with him, much to my delight. Well, the times when he isn't taking it out in my host and therefore also harming me are enjoyable. My failed attempt at Johnny's life seems to have made no difference in the original course of events. It may have made him slightly more insane in the present or future, but the noise going on over me was no different than it would have been.

Johnny still forgot to feed the wall monster with any of the blood he collected, instead killing himself. I left my host for a while to loosen the ropes binding another one of his victims on a higher level. He pried his way through the ceiling and floorboards up to the room that Dillon had died in. He could have just used the stairs, but then again this basement isn't MENSA headquarters. The monster began to break through. That was my cue to leave.

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Shortly before.

"Attaching a gun to the phone? I've always thought that you should just kill yourself, but why not shoot yourself now? Before you change your mind. Please."

"You're finally getting your way. Isn't this enough?"

"But no one ever calls you. Don't pretend that you haven't tried to do this before. Get it over with before Eff draws you away again."

"No! Nny! Don't listen to him! You don't have to do this! You don't WANT to do this! You know that no one will call. So the gun will never go off."

Devi's dead and the voice known as Eff may end up winning. But I can't let that happen. Thank you telemarketer guise!

"Will both of you just shut up?! YOU DON'T CONTROL ME! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT HALF THE REASON I'M DOING THIS IS TO GET AWAY FROM YOU?!?"

Johnny got up, impaling the two walking Styrofoam forms on knives and accidentally set off the gun. Or it would have, but something delayed it.

"What? Wow. That was lucky."

*ring*

Hello Cindy. I know what you did last summer.

"But I'm not Cindy."

*BANG*

"Shit."

Victory.

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Yes, I know this chapter's short. But the last one was over 2,000 words so shaddup. No, wait. Nevermind. I'm just being deranged today.