If this is your first time reading my posts, then you will probably be trying to find out more about me. Smith isn't even my real surname, or anything like that. Google just needed me to fill in the form, and I obliged.
My wound is still painful, even though the mark is gone. The mysterious who shot me yesterday still remains unknown, although a friend of mine says he know who he is. I was unable to question him further.
Matthias, the guy who started all of this, sent me another email yesterday, warning me not to try and stop what he had started. I will ignore him and keep moving forward.
Time goes on and I feel like my mind is deteriorating. I have no idea what to do now. My ex-best friend stalks me, my best friend remember none of this, and the only people I can trust seem to be fakers. There are only a few people left to whom I can talk about this.
For it is from the Light that light shall dawn.
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