Stop.
I can't do this.
What is happening?
Where am I?
What?
Is this a hospital?
Why?
Huh?
Oh my god.
YOU ARE READING
A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
