Chapter Six
This is it. This is the end. Oh God. Forgive me. I don't know what I did to put me in this position, but whatever the fuck it is... I'm sorry.
I've become accustomed to staying up all hours of the night. I know the cameras are watching. I must get out of this apartment. I don't let them see what I'm up to... what I'm writing. I feel like I'm being followed. Where ever I go... whatever I do... something horrible happens. The wall opens up and sucks you in and you float there for a moment thinking 'This isn't so bad, I can pull myself out of this. I'm stronger than that.' But here's the sad truth: You're not. Before you know it you're screaming and writhing on the floor, bad waves of paranoia floating around you, and you're seeing things like Lon Chaney with a noose around your dead father's neck. TERRIBLE VIBRATIONS!...and everyone wonders what happened here?
I'd tell you what is wrong, but I don't know. I'm close to finding out the truth. Ah, yes! But until then, I must keep it cool. I must lay low. Smoke something and let myself melt into oblivion. I'm living out of my car, for Christ's sake! Tell me this will be over, tell me this was all just a horrible dream, but witnesses say otherwise. This shit is real, this time...
When does it end? How much longer? No sympathy for the devil, keep that in mind.
I've become accustomed to staying up all hours of the night. I know the cameras are watching. I must get out of this apartment. I don't let them see what I'm up to... what I'm writing. I feel like I'm being followed. Where ever I go... whatever I do... something horrible happens. The wall opens up and sucks you in and you float there for a moment thinking 'This isn't so bad, I can pull myself out of this. I'm stronger than that.' But here's the sad truth: You're not. Before you know it you're screaming and writhing on the floor, bad waves of paranoia floating around you, and you're seeing things like Lon Chaney with a noose around your dead father's neck. TERRIBLE VIBRATIONS!...and everyone wonders what happened here?
I'd tell you what is wrong, but I don't know. I'm close to finding out the truth. Ah, yes! But until then, I must keep it cool. I must lay low. Smoke something and let myself melt into oblivion. I'm living out of my car, for Christ's sake! Tell me this will be over, tell me this was all just a horrible dream, but witnesses say otherwise. This shit is real, this time...
When does it end? How much longer? No sympathy for the devil, keep that in mind.