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Day 1
I’ve stopped counting the days. Has it been weeks? Maybe a month? Not like it matters. All that does is that he’s dead. Dead as dust. What the hell else did that “final letter” mean?
Usually, they give you all A’s if your roommate dies. But, one, he wasn’t my roommate (I wish), and two, they are not going to believe me if I tell them this. Like, “Hey, this random ass guy I met on Minecraft is most likely dead because of an eldritch being that wants me as a vessel.” I barely believe it myself.
I’m about to lose this stupid apartment. I haven’t gone out in days. And I don’t plan to. They can pull me out of this place by my legs. But I know they don’t have the effort. The stupid bitches just want money.
Day 2
He’s dead. He’s so dead. Why? Why? WHY? God, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, bu̷t̷ ̷I̷ ̷l̷o̷v̷e̷ ̷h̷i̷m̷.̷ ̷S̷o much. So so so much. God. He can’t be gone. Not all the way. Please.
I hate this. Everybody has abandoned me. My friends are my goddamn therapists. And I want nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with my parents. I would have adored you. You would have been beautiful.
God. GOD. I don’t even know what you looked like.………..
Day 3
I should have taken the blow. Not you. You were so smart. The coolest person ever. I just can’t believe you’re dead. Please. I need some sort of confirmation you’re not truly dead.
Pleaseplaseplease.
Oh who am I kidding
Day 4
Sleep. Bedrot. Fantasize. Scroll. Cry. Repeat.
Sleep. Bedrot. Fantasize. Scroll. Cry. Repeat.
It’s all I’ve been doing.
They’re kicking me out.
I have to move in with my parents.
Fuck.
I need to get up and pack.
Day 5
My body aches. I can’t stand. I finished packing what little I have and I’m waiting for the cabby to my parents.
T̷h̷e̷y̷’̷r̷e̷ ̷n̷o̷t̷ ̷g̷o̷n̷n̷a̷ ̷c̷a̷l̷l̷ ̷m̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷o̷r̷r̷e̷c̷t̷ ̷p̷r̷o̷n̷o̷u̷n̷s̷.̷ I haven’t changed my name, luckily. And if they find this, they’re gonna kill me. Can I think I’m a̷ ̷m̷a̷n̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷l̷o̷v̷e̷ ̷a̷n̷o̷t̷h̷e̷r̷?̷ That’s for them to decide.
I’m gonna get out of here.
One way or another.
Day 6
I’m back with them and I’ve hidden everything. My YouTube, this book, my Minecraft world. They think I’ve “Gotten out of that phase.” I hate them.
I think I’m sick. I’ve been coughing a lot. If this continues I’ll start coughing up blood. It sucks, but I’m not telling them. My mom would give me oils or some shit. I’m just gonna try to go to bed.
Day 7
I’m still coughing and it has turned into blood. It hurts so much but my parents wouldn’t help me. I’m just gonna lay around with tissues near me and hope for the best.