Notes

REMEMBER TO EDIT THE FIRST PART WITH NARRATION!!!
ok.
lets get things straight
I know I'm not an emo,and I know well I'm not crazy. So how did I get stuck in this depressing kinda suicidal dream? I was just falling off a building, or was I taking a whole bottle of pills? Shit, I forgot... Time here doesn't exist, nor "times". Cause I died a thousand ways alread...
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*gasp*
Fuck! It just happened again! D-did you see it? The black thing? I think I'm just hallucinating. Or maybe just another nightmare... Or,perhaps not. I just found a journal on the floor, and it talks about me dying over and over in a thousand ways. These nightmares...did they happen at all? Shit. I can't breatheicanticanticant
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*long gasp*
"Damn, what was wrong with me that time? now at least I know that all this dying nightmares are real, and maybe if I really die this will be solved. What if all of this is just a coma and I'm just waiting to wake up? Or maybe I'm just crazy, either way, I have to find a way out until something bad happens. It's here, that black creature that is trapping me here. I think I'm hallucinating, I feel so naseous...". I started throwing up, I felt it there with me, making me do all of this. Nearly passing out I closed my mouth and swallowed hard on my disgustingly tasting throw-up and intestine juices. "Why..." is all I could spit out before goin back to throwing up. I could barely breathe, almost chocking, but not quite. I squinted my eyesand found out a new wonderful color that wasn't too reassuring. It was red and I couldn't stop wondering what I ate. I thought I didn't eat anything. That was exactly it. I realized I was throwing up blood right before seeing chunks of flesh getting coughed out. It was the end...
*gasp* "holy shit" I said in a faint, horrified cough while feeling my neck with my hand. "I think they might be getting worse every time, maybe I can outrun that damn thing". A voice in my head told me to shut up, and that talking to myself was weird. It also said I cussed too much, but oh well. The situation wasn't helping so I shrugged off the fact that it was right. It was just in the morning when I woke up, and I just got up, put shoes on and ran straight to the church, not caring about anything but to see the pope. I had to before I died again.