What have I done!? All those people, dead. It wasn’t just the nine from the hitlist, it was all their staff and guards and, fuck, so many bodies.
That thing was controlling me, making me do terrible things, shit, fuck, I’m nauseous thinking about it and I want to cry and puke at the same time but I can’t because I have to go, I have to keep running, it’s following me, I need help. Can’t anyone please help me?
November 4th, 2011 at 6:36 AM
I’m glad you’re back in the land of the sane, Aleksandr. I wish you had listened to me, but I understand that it had disturbing hold over you.
I would help you if I could, but we are a whole apart. Have you thought of leaving the country? Perhaps making your way to a place where there are others who are stalked like you? There are many in Great Britain that would help you, I’m sure.
Stay safe.