Since I have nothing better to do, I'm going to start a fictional, I repeat, FICTIONAL, diary of a man who has gone mad. You can guess what he does by the title.
July 28th, 2004
I might be going crazy. I AM going crazy. My wife is dead. My son dead. My parents are dead. My sister is dead. They're all dead. It's been almost a month since they all died. And I think I'm starting to imagine things.
Today, as I was sitting on the end of my bed... I saw my son at the corner of my eye, walking towards his room. Later I saw my dad watering his garden, and disappeared when I blinked. And just before I started writing this I could have sworn my wife was looking over my shoulder, just like she did when she was still alive. I'm sure I'm just seeing things. I hope I'm just seeing things. But everything seems and feels so real. Like the way it used to be.
I must be losing my sanity here. I have to stay strong. I have to keep on living, so that I may avenge their death somehow, someday. But to whom?
 SuicidalRevolver · Thu May 29, 2008 @ 05:08am · 1 Comments |
