Novemer 20th: Can't Breathe
Dear Diary,
Everything hurts, little friend. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally, I am a wreck. I keep the window shutters locked tight until nightfall and I rarely will venture out of my room. Memories of my time away from here won't leave. I am trapped. Diary, I thought that I was saved. I can't breathe, it hurts and I'm scared that one false move will push me off the deep end. Shushu Mantis visits me and he tries to get me to talk. But how can I? Our sessions normally end with me crying in a heap under the bed, saying, "Don't hurt me, please? I promise I won't do it again!" I know that he's taking notes of what I'm saying so he can let everyone else know. I think that it may be time to let them read you. I'm not sure, yet. Maybe sleep will help.
