Elijah’s Journal

Introductory
If you are possibly reading this, I suggest you to stop. You’re invading my privacy. Only my therapist and I can read these entries. Thank you.

January 2005

Today, my therapist told me that it was a good idea to write down things that bother you into a poem, a song, or in a journal. So here I am.! Luckily, I don’t have anything bad that went on today. So, I have nothing really to share except that I’m excited to record happy and some tough times in this journal.

Unlike a week ago, things haven’t been the greatest. The whole world is against me, just because of a stupid rumor that my ex-girlfriend started, probably. I have been to my therapists twice and nothing has been doing any good. At least she and my parents are on my side.

It’s been two days, and I’m starting to getting into some fist fights.

Today, I’ve noticed two things, my grades are slipping and tomorrow isn’t going to get any better.

Is it strange that I black out?

I was right. My life is uncontrollable!

February 2005
It’s been awhile since I wrote in here, but the truth is I haven’t got the time. Seriously. Things have gotten pretty bad and some strange things have happened. Not sure how to explain it, but I think someone or something is after me. I keep on seeing somebody with the same fucking outfit every time I appeared outside of school or in public places. Call me paranoid, but I think I have a stalker.

I had a nightmare last night. I was taking a late run which I do sometimes. Then, I suddenly stopped to take a rest. I looked behind me and several blocks away I could see a figure. I couldn’t see it very well, but it looked like the figure was watching me. Instead of jogging, I ran this time, and took a different route home. Sure enough, I looked behind and several blocks away, a figure stood. I started to tell myself, “It’s only just a coincidence right?” So, just in case I took a right turn. This time, a few blocks ahead of me was the same figure. I was panicking now. I turned around and ran as fast I could home. I reached home and the figure was standing at the door. I woke up panting and covered in sweat. I looked at the clock and it was three in the morning. I couldn’t get back to sleep. Finally it was time for school. I didn’t eat, had another horrible day at school, and went home. I sit here afraid of going to sleep.

I surprisingly went to sleep last night and I had another dream. It was worse than the last. I was running through the school panting. The lights flickered in the halls, the walls were covered in blood. I didn’t dare look behind me. For I knew somebody was chasing me. I took a left and opened the door that read exit on the top. It was a trap. I had walked into a dark room that smelled really, really bad, and I fell to the ground. I heard a terrible sound. It sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard, but it was ten times louder. I immediately covered my ears, but that didn’t do any good. I could hear that horrible sound. Then, it suddenly stopped. I uncovered my ears and waited a couple of seconds before getting up. As I got up, I heard someone whisper in a raspy voice from the other side of the room, “You can’t run forever.” I couldn’t respond. My mouth couldn’t move. I woke up. I was shaking, sweating, and crying this time. It felt so real.
At school everything seemed off. People actually talked to me and smiled at me. Something was up. So tomorrow I scheduled another appointment with my therapist.

This is the first time of the month I went to my therapist. She read what I wrote. She had a concerned look on her face. We sat in silence and then I broke the ice. “Please, help me,” She looked at me and said, “I don’t think I can.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Isn’t this what a therapist was suppose to do? Help people? She then, said, “But I know of someone who can.” She gave me a card that read:
Dr. Wilberly
665 Rainbow Drive
Waterflower, Florida.
Phone Number: [Removed]
I thanked her and left. I immediately called Dr. Wilberly as soon as I could, but he didn’t pick up so I left a message of how much I needed help and to call me as soon as possible. I was staying up for hours and hours waiting for his call, but he never did call. Then, I fell asleep.

I had another horrible nightmare, but it was shorter. In my dream I woke up on the floor of the same dark room. Suddenly the lights flickered and what I saw, I couldn’t believe. On the other side of the wall was the words engraved in the walls: He’s after you. There were pictures of me scattered on that wall too. Then, as I looked to the right I saw a dead body with no blood coming from the wounds, but on the wall next to the body it said: This will be you.. This was written in blood. I sprinted for the door behind me, but there was no door. I woke up.

School was normal today, people still hated my guts, but the worst thing was I kept on thinking about the dreams I had. What were they telling me? I didn’t understand what I did? Who’s after me? I still write here worried about it in class. Yes, I brought my journal. I just feel the need to get out as much as I can. Who can I tell that will believe me and will help me? Nobody that’s who. Today I saw the figure, when I was riding on the bus. I looked out the window and there he was. Facing the window, smiling, but I couldn’t see his god damn eyes or nose. He was wearing a hood. Something about his smile didn’t look human, either.
So right now I’m home, with all the blinds shut and locked. My parents will soon come home in an hour, I hope. I really hope they get here in time.
The doctor hasn’t called and my parents haven’t come home yet. I’ll give it another half an hour and I’m calling them.
I’m calling them then!
They didn’t pick up, neither of them.
It’s getting late, I’m about ready to call the cops.
I have a bad feeling about this. It’s been four fucking hours. Four long scary hours. Things outside of the house seem strange, it’s way too quite. All I can hear is the wind rustling through the trees.
HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!
There’s nothing I can do!
Goodnight, Elijah. Sweet Dreams.

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