I got yelled at for being late. Not my fault I got distracted by um well I can`t say. Anyway, I got `ordered ` to go home, I wish they could appreciate what I have to offer… But I didn't go directly home, why? Because those voices told me told me not to, I feel like I shouldn't listen, I do anyway because I gave in a long time ago."
-Diary exert from Sergeant John. B
Age 26
He was sitting on his bed with his head in his knees. "You are important, you are significant, you`re not, not, not…."
"You`re alone so alone and will never be anything but alone. Why not end it all now?" There it was again, that…voice, always talking and never stopping. It had been there for years and always gave him a constant headache when there were more. "No, no I won`t. And you can't make me."
"Oh yes we can, we can make you. You`ve never had ANY friends and we`re the closet you have." That hurt him deep inside because it was personal, and personal remarks hurt the most. "Hey, what`s wrong? You look upset, I understand what you're feeling. You feel alone don't you?" That person was always there, and he always knew what was going on. "Anyway I must go now, see you tomorrow `kay?" No it wasn`t okay but, at the same time, it was gently soothing knowing there was someone to fall back onto… "NO! It isn't okay! There is no one around you, no one's talking to you. Just hold on to reality for a little while longer, then you can ask everyone for help…."
"Are you sure?"
"It happened again last night. They came back. I`ve tried everything to make him, `them` go away but they came back again. I want to ask for help, but, I'm too scared. I call the person who visits me Amnesia, because I can't remember anything about him but every time I feel like I know him…"
-Diary exert from Sergeant John.B
Age 26