Log Number Two
Here! Listen, I'll sound crazy for this but I've made it. I've made a machine that can fix him. It's weird to explain. When I put it on his head, he'll forget the thing that messed him up so horribly. It's a fool-proof plan! But I shouldn't be so confident. Things can go wrong, I should be expecting it to go wrong, nothing happening right now is normal, everything is the definition of wrong! Why wouldn't my plan go wrong? I don't even know what makes this machine, If it's sheer willpower or something else entirely...
He's coming back. I hear him walking. It's been another day since I finished my plan, but he's walked slower than when he left. It's not exactly comforting, I hope.. No. I he's ok, he's always been ok! I'll make sure and make him feel safe before putting the machine on. It sounds cruel, I know. But I have to in order for it to work. I'll update when I succeed.
Yes! It worked! He's wearing the machine. It was hard, but it worked. He came back and sat down in his chair, opposite to me. He looked at me, I'll never forget that gaze. His eyes, his eyes HIS EYES! He was sobbing. I couldn't bare it, I wish I could forget. I looked back at him. I told him I loved him, that I missed him. He broke eye contact. I stood up and walked behind him, braided his hair, he wasn't tense anymore. I took my chance, and he was suddenly wearing it. His body stiff again, he began to sit perfect in his chair. It worked, I saved him. You'll be back soon, I love you. He never stopped looking. I had to put it on him while he was staring at me, tears streaming down his cheeks. I'll never forget the screams that permiated the abyss, he was in pain but he needed to be fixed, because I loved him.
It's been another day, and everything's okay. He's started convulsing.
It's been another day, and everything's okay. He's screaming again.
It's been another day, and everything's okay. nothing is fucking okay
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