January 2, 2014
Wednesday
Dear Diary,
It's been about 4 months since the car crash. My leg is still wrapped in
this blue cast that itches like crazy. Today I had a cold, so I stayed
home while the family went to visit the relatives in the valley.
I've not been doing much all day except sniffing and sniveling with
this stupid faucet nose. There's a skyscraper tower of tissues on the
computer desk, where I've been watching this stupid show for the past 3
hours. Ugh, what was it called? I forget. Anyways, it was dumb.
I've told mom about it before,
but she says its impossible. I haven't been able to remember much before
the car crash, but I could swear I saw something when I was still
half-conscious lying on the asphalt. It was tall and black, and it was
staring at me, though I couldn't see its face. I don't know why I say
'it', because it was obviously someone, but it just didn't give me the
feeling that this person was someone to call a person. I'd forgotten
about it til' now, because of everything that's happened.
But I started remembering these past 2 weeks, because I keep having this
same dream. The 'thing' or whoever, is outside the door of our house
while I'm in my bed sleeping, waiting and waiting for me. It never does
anything; it just waits for me. I don't know why that scares me so much.
I haven't been sleeping well lately.
I...think I just saw something. I'm a little freaked out, while writing this. I hate being home alone.
Oh, the doorbell rang. I wonder if they're home with groceries or something. I'll go get it.
