Her Book.

How?! How is this possible?!
How did it.. How did that damned mutt get her book? I burned it, I burned the fucking book so how the hell did it end up in my room?!
Is this another hallucination? Am I that far gone that I can even touch and feel my hallucinations? I was holding the damned thing in my hand a few minutes ago!

I’m touching it now.. How is this possible? Am I fucking dreaming? WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Nope, pinched myself.. I’m awake.

Gotta calm down. This isn’t real. It’s probably just the medication. I have an appointment with my therapist tomorrow. I’ll ask him about it then. He’ll change my medication and the Dog, the Clown thing and this fucking book will be gone.

Please let them be gone.

Now that I have somewhat calmed down I should probably give some context here. Even if future me is the only one that will read this. It’ll be good to keep a record, maybe that’ll keep me from spiraling even further into madness. I hope.

So here’s what happened. This morning I woke up and put my alarm on snooze. But before I could lie back down I noticed an odd smell. My room smelled like sulfur. I jumped out of bed, thinking there was a fire. But instead in front of me stood that damned Dog.

I froze in place. I felt like its two glowing eyes were looking down straight into my soul. The damned thing was so close I could feel its breath. Its fur was pitch black and from this close it was almost like I was looking into a dark void. A dark void with canines the size of my fucking hand.

I blinked and suddenly it was gone. I hurried and turned on the light. Where the gigantic Dog had once stood was now only black smoke. And on the ground there was a book, her book.
This book that shouldn’t exist anymore.
The book that she wrote.

Did the Dog bring it to me?
Does it know about her?
Does it know what I did?
Is this my punishment?

-Fien

Comments

  1. The Faceless BastardDecember 13, 2016 at 12:15 AM

    Oh boy you did something to a girl, huh? I can only imagine what you might have done. In fact I think I'll go ahead and try to imagine. Let's see if the things I imagine are worse than what you actually did? I bet they won't be. I bet you're an even sicker monster than I can comprehend. You sick sick... I was going to write girl woman, but I can't figure out how to do a cross out in comments... You get the point though, right?

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