The Lake Everything silent, No one awake, But a young girl alone, Out by the lake. She stared through the water, Her eyes burning green, And someone stared back at her, Someone she's seen. The girl reaches down, Down through the water, To help this poor soul, Who looks sadly at her. But to her dismay, The thing grabs her wrist, And drags her down, Through the murky abyss. The girl tries to scream, But her lungs fill with water, She knows she will die, This creature now sought her. Her eyes closed slowly, And she then slipped away, To be with her family, And found at the bay.

Day 14 Yesterday was very confusing. Right after class the guy who sat beside me vanished. It was our second last class and we had an option next, he probably went to business or something. We don't do business, me and Him, I guess He doesn't need a lawyer for world abomination, huh? Anyway after that I kind of dismissed the idea, I thought maybe he was informed. Some douche probably told him everything he needed to know about me, which would have been very little anyway, then it occurred to me that he used my name. My actual name! No one has ever spoken to me by my real name before and that's because I have never told anyone. My name has been kept secret for practically YEARS! I have to apologise for not finding out more about him but after school I didn't see him once and I still don't even now HIS name! I can barely remember his appearance oh but his eyes, his eyes I remember well. They where a greyish blue colour but they looked like crystals. I felt like I was falling through them, down them and I couldn't stop but they were so beautiful, so so beautiful. His eyes bore into me and they looked so scared, not of me but of something of much more importance to him. For those few seconds that he looked right in to my soul, before his little introduction, I felt pity. I can't explain why but he just looked so sad and so scared, even with his silly half smile grin. Then he spoke those two words and I was left speechless and confused, sitting at my desk till the bell rang and knocked a bit of sense into me but by then he had already gone. Then today he didn't show up for classes, I waited for him anxiously all day but he never arrived. I couldn't listen to the teachers or barely eat the teachers' lunch, two things I rarely can do anyway, because my head kept on ringing and I was just so confused. In the end I just gave Him my food and ditched the rest of school. I really must go now but if I learn anything more on this mysterious boy I will be sure to write, telepathically... Goodbye!

Day 13 I hate Mondays. Not like everyone else hates Mondays but in a horrible individual kind of hatred that starts of with a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when I wake up in the morning. Mondays are just another reminder of how shitty my #life really is. The same thing happens every week and on Monday it all starts over again. Everything was more or less the same today. It all begins with school, I walk into class ten minutes late, everyone shuts up and I dump my homework on my terrified teacher's desk. I make my way to the back of the class and my "classmates" make sure to stay out of my way. I slide down my seat, stare out the window and then the lesson gradually begins again. Every once in a while someone would turn around in their chair to look at me and then quickly advert their eyes when I stared back. No one sat in front or beside me or anywhere near me for that matter. On our first day we were given assigned seats but after the first week no one really gave a crap and tried to sit as far away as they possibly could from me and of course as far away as they possibly could from him, even if they didn't know he was there. I don't know why the Garda haven't been informed of my odd and very, extremely dangerous characteristics, I guess that he has something to do with all that though so I don't question. Oh and don't ask why I go to school in the first place, I don't know. He makes me, he FORCES me. I think he wants to learn about us and shit like that. I dunno, world abomination maybe? Anyway out of the whole extremely crap Monday I have to say lunch is the worst part of the whole damn day because I have to sit in a single space for over forty minutes all by myself, right after I have walked into the staff room and nicked some of the teacher's food. Today was a bit odd though because today there was a new boy, a new, sharp, sly, deadly boy who kept to himself most of the time apart from when he walked straight past everyone's warnings and plonked himself right down into the chair just to the right of mine. This boy turned his head towards me slightly, smirked and said "Morning Joy."

Day 11 I have just remembered that I hate diaries, writing and reading them. So I'm no longer going to write this in diary form but instead from my point of view. I'm going to branch further out of the closet and my paper is coming with me. You see my mind is like a pen and it files away all my memories. When he thinks a story has ended the memories are lost and then some days later they reappear, all jumbled up and written in red ink that's too thick. Sometimes there on paper, sometimes written on the walls and sometimes they're even etched into my skin. I don't know why he does this. I don't know why he does anything really. But I am the slightest bit grateful for I would never want to loose these memories. Yet I must confess that only one story has ever ended and that one I have never dared to read and yes I know I said that the pages where etched in to my skin or painted onto the walls but I can never read them, I know they're there and I know what they are but I can never read the foreign letters and after some time they just disappear and that's when I know where they have gone. Every last page has been completed and has been moved somewhere safer, somewhere darker and more dangerous then anywhere else. The story was moved to the big, black book in the attic. The big, black book that has never been read. The big, black book that has never been touched or lifted or opened. The big, black book that scares me most of all in my living hell. I can tell it's all in there, the story. Up to every last detail but I am too scared to read it. Not just because of the book but because of the memories that lay inside. The story that I have never read is the story of my Mother's #life and my Mother's death. It begins on the day I first laid my eyes on her. Since the day I was born. My mother was the only person I knew that had ever loved me, with or without him, and that's the reason she died.

Day 7 I'm back in the closet. He hasn't slept in days. I should be using the short time I have to sleep myself but I'm not in the slightest bit tired, even if I haven't slept in six days. It is perfectly understandable that I am wide awake, you see, when he sleeps he disposes of the small drop of energy he may have left so as to completely recharge and as we are attached his energy is disposed onto me, which is extremely inconvenient on my behalf as this is the only time I have to sleep, yet luckily and unluckily he uses his energy well and there is usually only quite a short amount of energy to burn off which also means I should be nodding of soon enough. Even now I'm getting woozy. Speaking of sleep I don't exactly get much of it and when I do it is one of the most horrific moments of my #life. My nightmares are terrifying but not only that, the nightmares are agonising, they are physically and mentally painful. I have never had an actual dream of such, only pain and agony and him. Every single nightmare he is there, in the shadows or by my side, in the eyes of my mother and at the barrel of the gun. I can never escape him and that makes things even worse. Not because he is constantly there but because I run. I run from him in my mind but he is always there. I run and run and run but he will always be there. I will never shake him of. Every day, every week, month and year he grows stronger and I still don't know why. I don't know why he's here or what he wants. I don't know why he chose me. But know I am thinking to much and my energy has burned out so for now this is goodbye and goodluck.