Date: Unknown
Time: Morning
I woke up with the taste of iron on my tongue.
The room smelled of damp wood and something I couldn’t name.
I couldn’t remember how I got home,
but I could remember the blood.
The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
I keep seeing shadows between the trees,
hearing footsteps where there should be none,
and feeling eyes that aren’t mine watching me.
I wanted to call her,
my best friend, my anchor, my laughter…
but the phone lay in my hand like it belonged to someone else,
and I knew she wouldn’t answer.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I don’t know who I was that night.
They say it was my fault.
I say it wasn’t.
I write this because no one else will listen.
I write this because the silence is louder than the world.
I write this because if I don’t,
I might disappear completely.
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66 days Not Forgotten
Mystery / ThrillerSixty-six days One thousand five hundred eighty-four hours Ninety-five thousand forty minutes Five million seven hundred two thousand four hundred seconds Each second crawls beneath my skin, it knows the shape of where I've been, it counts the breat...
