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I stopped and started and stopped again and as I went back to see beyond the door, I saw nothing and something and you were there, no you weren't, it was just me, alone, me again, hurting and falling and following you again, yet again.
So yes I am following you, the clocks stopped turning and I couldn't get you out of my head, it was like you lived there or something to that effect, a permanent home in my head for you, my dear.
And so you say "It doesnt make any sense."
And I say "Of course not."
So I kept it away from you, hidden from your eyes they were such innocent eyes, such bright eyes, yes like fire but I hated fire nonoIdidnthateitIstaredatitforeversolongorwasitjustyoureyessuchbrighteyestheyburnedme.
And somewherealongthereiswhreIlostsightofyou.
Andyouweregoneyouaregone.
I'm frightened now.
I felt the crawling everyday every damn day and when you went if got worse and worseandworseandworseeversoworseanditroseupinmeandatemymindfrommyhead.
Yesandyouwerethereinmymindanditateatyouaswell.
I was hiding from the beast in the corridors but the beast was always there and it sat next to me and stared in my eyes with it's own blank ones but there weren't balnk, oh no they were yours? No they were so so sososos....





So I stood and walked away all the while I was screaming so loudly I thought maybe you would have heard me and I think you did and it drove you mad as well. I waded into the water, what what is this this isn't water, it's blood. No no atrickofthelightisallitssimplywater.
I rinsed my skin in that blood water [it was certainly water.] and the writing never came off. All up my arms and down my back and across my chest and I think I felt it seeping in and becoming permanent under my skin, brandedintomyveryflesh. I felt so exposed. I began to feel frightened again in the water, so dark it was and I didn't know what was beneath me, it could have been sand or rocks orsomegiantbeastwaitingformetoletmegaruddown.
I waded back to shore and began to wander the corriders once again withoutyou. And maybe it was you I was looking for? A key crossed my mind, and I wasn't sure why... I pictured in someone's spine, and I wandered the corridors again and forgot about the key but I came across I door and it was locked. Was this where the key goes? I t hought but there was no lock, nothing to unlock because there was no door, no doors anywhere ********?
Theanswerwassimpleofcourse.
Iwasn'tsupposedtoleave.
Never.
Of course not.



I am frightened again.







Upon waking, I began to scream.
Again my walls were covered in writing, no no not my walls this time, my ceiling.
It ran our of room on the walls themselves, I suppose.
And there was blood too. Yes... therewas.

The crawling hasn't stopped.
And it hasn't stopped watching.
And I don't recall my name.
Whatwasitagain?

There was someone... once... he told me my name, and I knew it was mine, my own. I kept it, because to know a name is to have contol. A true name.
I told that boy I would hold on to it, my true name.
Hold on to it like... like a key?
To unlock a door... that needed to be opened?

Yes, that sounds about right.
But Idon'thaveitanymore.
SoIamlost.
andiamlockedin.