Sunday, March 6, 2011

I Want To Run, I'm Going To Run

It isn't safe here anymore. He wants to me to leave, IT wants me to leave. Otherwise....We're all gonna die. Especially you.

Everyone I know is in danger of dying, and it took a rainy funeral for me to notice that. The rain, they say it represents sadness, but it also represents change, and renewal. My gay friend was killed last week, a ruthless act of murder committed by a beast that shouldn't exist. A beast that took away from me all my hopes and dreams for tomorrow, by attacking my mom and driving her off the deep end. There's two things I love that was taken away from me, and today I learned that he can take away more if I don't do anything to stop him. The mysterious troll, the Bitch, is right, Rebecca. She is right about everything. I have to go. But first, I need someone to take care of the kids until I get back. Rebecca, I am trusting you to do this for me. You're the only one I can trust. Everything I know is a lie.

 Josh can't take care of the tots alone yet, he's only fourteen, his glory days have barely started.

Please Rebecca I need you to do this for me. And don't try to talk me out of it. He wants you dead Rebecca. He's scared of you.

I'm leaving this Wednesday, after I speak with Dr. Fitzpatrick about my mom's location. I am going to find her, and nobody's going to stop me. Insane people must stick together. When I find her, she's going to tell me the truth, and then I'm going to kill him, and everyone who ever hurt my mom. I don't even care what happens. Not after what I saw today.

I dreamt during my time in the hospital. I'm still dreaming. If I dream again, I'm going to follow the Bitch's advice and see if they're clues. I have to be having these dreams for a reason. If anything comes up I'll let you guys know.

In the meantime, I hope this rain will end soon. I hope to find that rainbow, that rainbow that Frank was to me. That all my friends are to me (don't tell anyone I'm leaving Rebecca, only you and my father should know). I hope to find that rainbow, and then find the gold that lies at the end of it. Maybe then I can wake up.

  Thank you for being there for me. And I hope you continue to interpret my dreams if I have any. Somebody has to right?


It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed
And pumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning.

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