Shelly signing in. What the f___ is that..? It looks like him. Why is he staring at me like that? Am I gonna die..? Can he hear me? I don't know if he's actually conscious. He's been missing for weeks. Why is this happening. I feel tired. He keeps telling me to stay. RUN. WHY CAN'T I RUN. It's almost 12 AM. I WANT TO GO BACK. I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO SPROUT. I SHOULD'VE STAYED. MY FRIEND IS A MONSTER. A TWISTED. N-no, he can't be, right..? Is he staring at me- WHY IS HE STARING AT ME. He keeps saying sorry. I feel like chains are weighing me down. WHY CAN'T I MOVE. I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA THROW UP. Am I gonna die? He's not moving. I should help. Damn it, Shelly, HELP HIM!! STOP JUST STANDING THERE BEING A DUMBA__!! I'm so incompetent. Weirdo. Freak. Help him. Help him, help him, help him, help him. HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM HELP HIM
