05-14-2021, 04:29 PM
The ink fresh and the writing messy but well marked would show the man was in a panic.
"Ah. The mines. Ever since that day. Ever since that day. The world was post to end. I was going to die. And yet it didnt. I felt death. I felt fear. Am i alive. No. I cannot be as something is wrong. Day and night. Morning and Noon. So why!? Why is that fucking voice in my head. Why am shaking. Why am i feeling as if i am about to be consumed."
The writing become scribbles in some parts.
"Its try to wake up. Its after me. Though it will not take me. I am in control! I AM the one who is not going to let it win!"
Though it will all stop.
"I need help."
"Ah. The mines. Ever since that day. Ever since that day. The world was post to end. I was going to die. And yet it didnt. I felt death. I felt fear. Am i alive. No. I cannot be as something is wrong. Day and night. Morning and Noon. So why!? Why is that fucking voice in my head. Why am shaking. Why am i feeling as if i am about to be consumed."
The writing become scribbles in some parts.
"Its try to wake up. Its after me. Though it will not take me. I am in control! I AM the one who is not going to let it win!"
Though it will all stop.
"I need help."