They’re Lying

Lately I’ve been terrified. I don’t want to go downstairs, I don’t want to see anyone. And I most definitely don’t want to leave the house.

I missed college, again. That wasn’t entirely due to the fact that everyone is trying to kill me outside. No. Saturday morning I was forced to restart my medication because my moods have been ridiculous. An hour after taking it I had awful pains in my stomach and I was throwing up, and another hour later shooting pains were going through my chest.

Within a few hours I was burning up and I was hurting everywhere. My temperature was high enough for me to go the hospital, but I eventually cooled myself down instead. I can’t go to the hospital.

My family tried to convince me I caught a bug from someone. They think I’m an idiot. Of course I know my medication was tampered with. I’ve known all along, and that’s why I haven’t been taking it.

They’re all lying to me, I knew they were. My own family let me take something that could’ve killed me. I’m sick of everyone lying to me. All people do it lie about everything. They need to stop. And I need to get away.

I still haven’t been told what to do, they won’t help me. They need me to see my doctor, but I can’t this week. I need to survive another week, I barely did last week when I saw my psychiatrist. The only reason I was taken then was because I was late for my appointment. The Angels said she told the others I wouldn’t be coming and that they’d have to wait until my next appointment.

She knows they’re Angels now. I slipped up. I told her everything. She knows about the Angels, and the demons, and the figures, and she knows I know about the Others – she knows for absolute certain because I told her.

I screwed up, and now they’ll be able to get me even easier. They know what I know, and I’m going to fail. They’re going to get me. The Angels were just figuring a way to keep me safe, and I slipped up. The Angels are going to punish me now. I’m so stupid.