posted on Oct, 24 2004 @ 12:27 PM
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I was at work, up late. Nothing to do, so I�ve been working overtime. Today, I drifted off. Not to sleep, but you know when you�re really tired, and
you just sort fo sit there? Well, I was doing that. Derek was up then too. He saw me, and caught my hand. That�s when I stopped and the pain hit. I
had been stabbing myself with my pen. Blood was trickling down my arm from about six deep holes. Poor old guy was shocked, asked me what I was doing,
asked if I wanted a lift to the hospital. I was in shock. I didn�t know what to say. I just told him to get the first aid kit. What was I supposed to
do? Walk into the ER and say �Hi, I stabbed myself in the arms and I don�t know why.� Yeah, sure. That�s a quick road to the madhouse. A visit with
Uncle Bernie would do me wonders! Oh, Christ. I feel like I�m losing control. Why won�t this stop?
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Oh lord...
///squeaking, then a rush of water///
Gotta get clean, Connie. Get clean. Make a log, it�s proof. Okay.
///loud breathing///
It�s going to be okay. It�s going to be okay. It�s the twelfth of October, nine in the morning. I woke up today, and felt a hand against my face. For
a second, I thought it was Colin. He always used to do that. I wasn�t thinking, I just told myself he was back, and rubbed up against the hand. Then I
felt something wet and cold against my face. My eyes opened, and there was that hand. It was covered in cold blood. For that matter, so was I.
///crying sounds, pounding on tile///
I yanked the sheets off, except they were covered in blood. I was covered in blood. I saw why. There were two eyes on the pillow. Big, brown eyes. Two
arms and two legs in the bed, hunks of bone sticking out of them. But no body. Just splashes of blood on the furniture, ceiling, everywhere. There
were deep gouges in the bed and the limbs were all tied up. I screamed and ran and hid in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and realized I had
blood all over me too. And the runes were back, done in human #. I could smell it. I kept running. I searched my house, couldn�t find anything except
a big knife I didn�t know I had. It was covered in blood too. I couldn�t find the body, so...so...I came here, and I�m getting clean. Gotta get the
blood off, then I can worry about everything else. It�s like I�m possessed. I can�t take. Take. Take this anymore.
/// voice dissolves into hiccupped sobbing and babbling///
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My name is Connie Walkers. I�m thirty four, unmarried. I live in apartment 1616 of this building. I�m sorry. I can�t take it anymore. I�m going
insane, and I don�t want to hurt anyone else. Colin, I love you.
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