It's V again, guys. Sam's out doing something, I'm not sure what. She left while I was asleep and didn't really leave me a note.
But yeah. I'm with Sam right now, so no need to worry. I won't hurt her; I won't let myself or anyone else hurt her. Never, never, never.
I don't know when she's coming back from the store... It's been a while already, and I'm really getting scared. What if she ran into trouble? What if she got caught? What if she got taken home by police? What if Slend-- No. No what ifs. They only scare. They aren't productive.
Alright, now down to what the title of the blog is FOR. A Chronicle.
When I .... 'Got lost' again, on the 27th of February, it wasn't just my snapping and BOOM, that's it. No. I was perfectly sane and keeping Vindicta mostly quiet. But then... That face... —or lack thereof— I will never forget it.
TD&T —that's Tall, Dark, and Tentacled, for those of you that don't recognize my acronym— he was right outside the window. I jumped up and tried to run, but he caught me around the throat and hauled me back. Another ... Whatever those things are, wrapped around my stomach and arms, pinning them to my sides. Whatever was wrapped around my throat was moved down to wrap around my legs instead with some absolutely insane degree of strength. "Wh-what do you want?" I gasped; I was afraid, obviously.
My God, that sound that ensued... I will never be able to forget it. Never. I don't know if it was only in my mind or if it was real, but it will be indelibly printed on my brain.
Dark fingers raked through my mind, tearing and fragmenting memories and thoughts, rearranging them to their will. Soon, the entire life I'd had was entirely different. I knew something was wrong, but couldn't place it. I think I chalked it up to the fact that I hadn't acknowledged TD&T yet. But he let go of me and let me stumble to me feet. I turned and faced him, bowing and smiling like a love-struck doe. I don't know how I could have, ever. I hate him. I want to kill him. But he destroyed my will, my mind, my heart... I didn't resist when he pulled me closer to him, grinning and hugging him.
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