I’m scared. Everything is getting worse, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t think, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. Everything is getting too much.
I’m ill again. The Angels have said I’ve been poisoned with something which also works to lower my immune system as well. The Others are going to make me suffer for as long as they can.
Speaking of the Others, they’re everywhere. In every street, every shop. I haven’t gone out in days. I’m not safe anywhere. They watch me during the night. I close all the blinds, all the curtains. I lock every window and door. I suppose I do this to feel more safe but in reality I know they can easily get inside.
There’s more cameras now. I still need to get the ones inside of me out, but I need to wait until I’m told when I can. I’m scared of how vulnerable I am right now
The demons didn’t come last night. They usually come every night, and they stay for longer. I got a break last night, I supposed. But I still didn’t get much sleep. I’m exhausted at this point.
The other voices are constant, talking alongside the Angels as well. It gets deafening quickly. The figures are more common, and the shadow people are everywhere. Surprisingly, I can ignore them for the most part.
I haven’t heard back from the intervention team. They said no longer than a week. It will be a week tomorrow. They’re probably working with the Others. I told them everything, and they’re relaying it back to them. I screwed up. Again