Author: Wiiluigi1998 PM
A nine year old girl is diagnosed with psychosis. Her other side is showing and breaks out. What happens when two worlds join? Hell.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Tragedy - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,207 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 02-04-13 - Published: 02-02-13 - id: 3097694
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DISCOVERED TO BE 5/25/09
I should've prepared for this. Great. Now I'm trapped somewhere, I don't even know where. I'm struggling to get out of here. I'm chained and my only way of writing is using my right hand. Joseph is talking to me from the television that he set up probably a foot away from me. All he is doing is giggling. I need to get help. I must be insane. I just need to be hallucinating, but I'm alive. I'm breathing, I feel the cold, hard metal against my skin, rubbing, marking. It just hurts. I'm crying right now I NEED SOMEONE! He's talking too me. He just told me that I just have to keep hugging this book like it's my mother. "Screw you asshole!" I just yelled at him. Oh my god, he has to be a smart ass and make some smart remark. I just wish he could go to hell. I should've prepared though, I mean I had a feeling it was coming. It was like a sixth sense. Oh my god, he….. He told me that nobody is stopping him….. He already caused a portal collapse. A portal collapse is when the portal to earth is interfered and broken. If destroys it… Massie and Karl will be screwed because the only way to get to the portal is cut yourself for exactly 5 minutes without killing yourself before last minute. I don't want to say goodbye to them! "Damn you Joseph!" I screamed at his dumbass. He is planning on destroying all sane people. He's saving an insane one for last, which is me. Apparently, only the insane, schizophrenic or psychotic, they will be able to be just like Joseph. I though I was a normal little girl, despite all of the other problems. But just great, not only have I been confirmed to be crazy, I'm also pretty much going to be starved to death. I think this might be my last entry.
I know that it is too early to actually say goodbye, but I really think this is it. I'm handing this journal to someone else, Vincent. He has been the only supportive doctor that I actually know. He is pretty much the only one who has sympathy for me. I just want to say good bye. I…I think I'm just done. I'm certified to be living in crazy town, I killed some therapist, and now I'm being given the death penalty, the long and painful one to be exact. I just want to go away, just leave. I don't want to be here. I don't want to know that I have been experiencing all of this. I just can't take big things. It's like being held down by a 200 pound weight that gets stronger every minute. And then it grows every breath, then every second, and then nanoseconds. I just… I don't know. Everything has been revealed. He just keeps telling me I scratched myself. I killed the people. Wait. If I killed them, how come they were sane people and Joseph wants to kill….. He's trying to make me believe I'm insane. Well, I'm insane, but I'm also a sharper tool in the shed. Mysteries solved, a lot of them too. "I'M NOT AS INSANE AS YOU, YOU MONSTER!" I just screamed out. He wants me to prove.
I just showed him my whole paragraph. He was in complete shock and actually passed out. He landed on a button that was able to snap a chain on my arm. It vibrated and hurt a little. I then noticed a large saw was coming down. It bounced off a wall and sliced through the chains like somebody cutting through a corn field. I landed face first below me. It hurt and I had a headache. Thankfully, the saw fell over and slowly went up and then down again on the wall. Joesph was able to get up and we played cat and mouse with a touch of death. I'm actually hiding behind who knows what and I'm just waiting for an opening. I wonder how I should plan my next move.
Joseph is such an asshole. He flipped the bird and now, he ran off to the town. I have to get to the portal but I don't know where he transported it too. I have to go get Massie and Karl because only the illusions can kill another illusion, and that means I have to talk to them. Why does everything have to be confusing? I'm lucky I even know about the portal. Really, I have no idea how I know what the portal is, but I do. I might have to end this entry soon, but I'll try to make it as long as I can without it sounding like this is some lame kindergarten story about the little engine that was being a clown for Christmas. I always feel like the portal is always nearby, but I just keep missing it. It's like its hidden, but it's…right in front of me. Well, it's not actually in front of me but it just feels like it. Is this some illusion, or is this something more? Anyways, if I'm close to it, I'll feel more determined to actually be able to find it. I'm a little… weird. I feel weird and I feel stupid. I don't know why though. It's like there is something in my mind that I'm just…missing. Like I know it's there, I just don't think it is. I'm getting a headache. I need, I think I might need to go. I'm going to the hospital, I'll see you Vincent.
Vincent, if you can read, I think Joseph is there. I think he destroyed it and now it's gone. The lights are dimming, flickering, making noises, shorting. There is just so many things. I see many blood stains and I hear the occasional screaming of someone's, throat being torn out, straight out of their skull. I knew someone is there. It's so obvious. I hear many cutting noises, I hear the scary sound of somebody laughing like the psychopath that they are. I must be insane, or, am I? Sorry I had to write that, I know, cliché. I'm serious thou-=-)=. JOSEPH IS RIGHT THERE OH MY GOD!
I'm signing off, (unknown) odbye.
I found the journal on the floor next to a note. The note said she is in denial, signed, Joseph. He is using reverse psychology on the poor girl. I think there is something too that girl, but I don't think I trust Joseph yet. Joseph has to prove that he is doing this for a reason, if he doesn't, damn him. Also, I think this happened today, The 25th.~Vincent