Sometimes the only way to free yourself is to submit yourself to a new oppressor.

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Everything is fine now.

And everything will always be fine. It's been a long time but here I am. My friends got me a computer and told me I needed to tell you what happened so I am. After I killed that traitorous bastard Jayson the voice spoke to me again. They told me that I would never be safe. My family would hunt me down as long as they were still alive. They told me what I needed to do. I rested there for a few hours then I went home I borrowed Jayson's nightstick he wouldn't be needing it anymore. When I got home the psychiatrist was there He was about to knock on the door so I snuck up behind him and hit him with the nightstick. He was much taller than me and I couldn't reach his head but a blow to the shoulders was enough to startle him and that was all I needed. He stumbled and as he turned I managed to hit him in the chest he collapsed against the door and I began hitting him repeatedly. The nightstick was not a very suitable weapon it took far too long to kill him. After I finished him off I went inside. My parents were in the living room. I went into the kitchen and got a knife the nightstick had proven ineffective. As I was heading back to the living room I realized the irony of this situation and so I scraped the knife against the wall as I approached they heard this and both turned and watched me with fear. I was overjoyed by the abject terror and disbelief on their faces. I had caught them totally by surprise and they knew they should never of tried to turn against me. I stabbed my father first I'm not too good at this killing thing I missed and got his arm he attacked me and tried to get my knife from me but my friends helped me. I'm not sure what they did but he suddenly let go and fell back. I struck and this time I got him in the throat then I turned on my mother. She screamed at me telling me how much she hated me and how she had never loved me. She continued even after I slit her throat. The deed was done but my friends helped me again. They told me it wasn't over. Everyone on this street must have known. They were all against me. I headed back outside to finish the job. I went to my neighbours first and rang the door bell. It took them a while to answer. The plan didn't work as expected. They saw me through the window I had forgotten to hide the knife and they must have called the cops. A few minutes later there were police cars all around me. I fled into my house but they chased me. They refused to understand that it had to be done. Everything after is a blur. My friends handled the trial and got me put in a special institute. At least I'll be safe here. Besides the doctors say I'll be let out tomorrow. They say that every day.

What I did.

I shouldn't be posting this I don't know why I am. I got to Jayson's and he took me in and told me to set up. He lives in a tiny apartment. It's not very nice but he doesn't seem to mind. Apparently his parents live in another city but he moved out here for the school system. At least that's what he told me when we first met. When I met him today he told me that was a lie and there was a lot we needed to talk about but first he needed to call a friend who could help me. I went to the room he told me to and I laid down but then... I heard him on the phone just a few words "Hello Mrs Trowess" He was calling my parents. The bastard betrayed me. It was then that I heard the voice. It told me I couldn't let him finish the call. I grabbed the nearest thing I could find. It was a large ornate rock. It was very pretty. It's not anymore. I took it and I ran into the room. When he saw me his eyes widened with shock and he pulled out a night stick from I don't know where. Luckily I was faster I hit him in the face and he toppled back. I hit him a few more times until he stopped squirming. Finally when I stopped I realized he wasn't breathing. I'm not a medical professional but I knew he was dead. I killed him and yet I feel no remorse. He was with them. He wanted to kill me too. I'm going to stay here for a bit but not long my parents might still come because of the phone call.

I...

My parents have been acting weird today. They've been spending a lot of time talking a lone in their room and there was a call from the psychiatrist I picked it up and my mother hurriedly grabbed the phone from me. I Picked up the words "problem" and "Tonight". That was a little worrying but... I decided to eavesdrop at the door and I heard them talk. It wasn't sleep paralysis! It was my parents. It makes no sense but they talked about it they even mentioned the knife! They're planning to kill me... They've been too worried to actually do it yet but they said for sure they'll do it tonight that's why they were on the phone with the psychiatrist he's in league with them. None of this makes any sense but I know I have to run! I'm going to grab my stuff and hide out with Jayson for a while until I figure out what to do. He lives on his own so I won't have to worry about his parents telling mine. I can't believe any of this...


And during the holidays of all times...

Event watch 1

Well Jayson I'm doing like you asked. Nothing has happened except teacher is upset I didn't take down the blog for some reason.


Well I guess that's not entirely true there have been some events but nothing linked to me.

There was an outbreak at the hospital downtown of a new strain of Smallpox that is entirely resistant to modern medicine but it's already contained. Nothing important there.

There's a large amount of birds in the area and the normal bird species seem to of mostly disappeared.

The amount of missing people has gone up slightly over the normal yearly average.

All in all the world's looking pretty shitty but nothing pertaining to me.

Watch the ripples. See them clash.

So I hung out with one of my friends today a guy named Jayson. (Yes it is in fact spelled that way) We were wandering around and talking about the last little while mostly about why I was gone. He seemed concerned about most of what I said and didn't seem very relieved when I told him I found out it was probably just sleep paralysis. He convinced me to leave the blog up and tell about anything that happens so he can read it. Seems weird but there's no real harm. Besides it's kind of fun writing this.

Somedays you feel on top of the world.

The hallucinations are gone I haven't suffered any sleep paralysis since. Maybe the sleep deprivation actually helped. Might have done something to stop whatever was causing the sleep paralysis who knows who cares. I feel great. I went back to school today. My friends were happy to see me. My teacher the one who assigned this blog in the first place told me to take down the blog and maybe I will there's no point to it anymore. So there you go a happy ending to this insipid tale.