So dark...
Too dark...
Why is it dark?
I know it shouldn't be dark...
It shouldn't have to be dark...
But it's so dark in here...
I don't know where I am...
I don't know who I am...
I just know someone's there...
Watching me...
He's always watching...
And it scares me...
I don't know why he's doing it...
Or how I know he's a 'he'...
But I know that he wants something...
I just don't know what.

He talked to me today...
Or, sort of talked...
Okay, it was laughter...
He laughed at me today...
I don't remember why...
I just remember the sound...
Like glass scraping concrete...
It hurt my ears so much...
Like the darkness hurts my eyes...
I think he might have touched me...
I can't be too sure...
Because it could have been the shadows...
They like to play bad touch.

He decided to play the bad touch game...
It hurt worse than the shadows...
At least they're gentle, sometimes...
He's never gentle...
I didn't expect him to be, though...
No one should expect him to be...
I'm still not sure who he is, but...
I know I don't like him...
I know I don't want him near me...
But he's always there.

He hit me today...
I can still feel the punch to my jaw...
There's probably a bruise...
I wish I could see it...
I wish I could see anything now...
Sometimes, there are flashes of light...
Red lights in the blackness...
They're all I can see anymore...
They don't come around all the time...
But when they do, I'm even more scared...
Because the darkness is more known than the light.

I think I'm insane now...
Would you like to know why...?
I'm pretty sure not...
But I need to tell someone...
Even if it's just you...
I'm starting to like the game...
The bad touches feel nice...
Even when I don't want them to...
He knows it, too...
I think that's what he wanted...
I think he's going to kill me soon...
I hope he does...
Then I'll be like you...
My Skeletal Friend.

How did he kill you, Mr. Skeleton...?
How did you end up like this...?
Did he play with you like he did me...?
Did he stab you with a knife...?
Was it a gun...?
I wish you could tell me...
But I know you can't...
So I'll sit in the silence...
But for the laughter.

It hurts now, Mr. Skeleton...
Because he beat me again...
My ribs ache...
My leg throbs...
I think it's broken...
I think everything's broken...
Including me...
Am I broken...
Or do I just wish I am?

My messages are getting shorter...
Because I'm getting so tired...
And I can't move my hand anymore...
Only my jaw can move...
It's been so long since I've heard my voice...
I don't like it...
It sounds worse than the laughter...
But it's all I have.

I don't have anything else to say tonight...
Because I'm going to die today...
I don't know how that will work...
But I'm happy now...
Because I found out...
How you killed yourself...
You used bones...
So I'll use bones...
I'll see you soon.