Thread:Strange Diary./@comment-39372028-20190507153752

Day 8

Can't go downstairs right now. They'll hear me. Mom was taken. Doctor disappeared. Phycologist joined them. I don't know who to trust anymore. Why am I still writing in this? They might hear me. They might take me. I should go. I'm taking this with me. It's the last bit of sanity I have. Goodbye. (From here there's a streak of blood. This page is wierd, I don't remember it saying this before.) 