cantt fiGURe itt ouut
fivee AND one diedd
Threeee
letts NOt go therEe

JADINE is too blamee
CannnTt do itt

LeavIng

ThrEe wiLl BeE aroundd

PromIsee

Hello everybody, Jadine here with a little update on Mark.

The mashed abomination that was Mark is just as I said, an abomination and nothing more than that.

He is made up of the mashed together collective of Karm and Mark. They have become something just plain wrong. The abomination heals to quickly, he speaks choppy like, and more over. He is tough to control. He proved troublesome to contain in my rather regular home, so I had to relocate him. We did not know what to call him. So he gained the name Six. Going in line with what Mark named his voices, I find It quite ironic frankly. He lives on though, but we can only estimate on how long the body or mind will last. If Six dies, I promise to return will a detailed post about it, and with the rate of how fast that thing is tearing his body apart is should not take very long.










Jadine

fucking lucky mee
i got a pretty sweet shot theree
bitch got a laptop to the facee
noww

all of us are finee
mentaly anywayy
so all thats needed now iss
to get the fuck out of this shit holee

or i could justt
throw anything i can reachh
at that fuckk
and make her bleed outt

i think i could just wait this outt
might be better than thoughtt
and after she diess
maybe i could tear her eyes outt









karM

Hello everybody.

Jadine here again. As I did say everything is fine, Mark simply fell from the roof. I did not push him like his voice thinks. I would never push my report off a roof.
I would never kill my report.
I would never even think of it.
Everything.
Is.
Fine.
We are friends, friends are good to each other are they not?









Jadine

look at thatt
im the only one who can typee
being left handed is a blessing right noww
but for once i will be seriouss

three is in troublee
hes fadingg
it dont bother mee
but it may cause us some problemss

not mee
but Fivee
and Onee
me and Two would have wonn

Jadinee
is like a cancer to us all though
broke our hand and legss
thankfully i know a way to get herr


i am doubtlesss
that if this workss
we will return as not failuress
but as the heross

that we desperately needd











karM

Hello everybody.

My name is jadine.


I am here on a request from Mark. He asked me to tell you kind people that he had fallen off my roof. He is broken, in mind, and in body. He will not be back for some time.

Do not worry, every thing is fine.










Jadine

mother if you pleassseeee
dont leaveeee

motherrr the doorrrr hey the dooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrr MOTHER noo

THe DOOORRRRR MOTHERR open it.
Open the door.
OPEN IT.
HOW DONT YOU HEAR ME.
OPEN IT.
OPENTHEDOORMOTHER. LETYOURCHILDOUTOFCOURSEIMYOURCHILDLETMEOUT
LET
US
OUT
OPENTHE FUCKING DOOR MOTHERRRR DEARISTTT OUR FEET HURTTTT PLEASE
THEWATERDOWNHERE STINKS OF ROT
as do you
your no child of mine
OF COURSE WE ARE THE CHILD OPEN THE DOOR


no









WRONG ANSWER.

Well the last week was fun. Running from he police and all. It did have some pay off though, I re-met an old friend of mine, she is seriously one of the only reasons why my ass isnt in jail. I mean Im sure Ive killed at least two or three people, so its only reasonable to go hide at my old friends right? Yes thats right Ive been hiding here for days, and surprisingly Jadine hasnt yet sold me out to the cops. I guess its just luck I'm alive at all, running from a knife welding man is not easy with my short fucking legs, but it is easy to nearly lose your face in a fight with said crazy mother fucker. Its the worst thing ever to crawl to a house and ring the door bell like theres no tommorrow though. Oh well, at least it happened I was at Jadines house, out of all the chances ever.
Even better still, that note with the adress I found? Jadines adress, I guess that dead crazy asshole that tried to kill me had done good in the end, remember kids every crazy person has their use.

But shit this is pretty sweet, shes gone most of the day. Doing what I dont even want to know. Only down side is I still feel like my arm will never heal, and Jadines creeper than I remember. Like I will wake up at night and she will be at the end of the bed, its creepy as shit.

Following my last post I had nose bleeds and I was coughing up shit like it was going out of style.
See even while writing that line I sneezed and got blood everywhere, all because my nose was like no fuck that I will go against every thing you say and just bleed on everything.
OR MAYBE THE CONTENT OF THE LAST POST
Oh well, Im going with the former since, I may be hallucinating all of this, that would then make Four the cause for all my problems. heyy
Also a man stopped me on the street to ask if I was alright. Why? Its simple. I was leaking a thin trail of blood out my ears. Then Four took over (You cause me a lot of problems) and I woke up clean of blood in a motel. Then I blacked out, and woke up in the street, a car inches away from hitting me. Then I woke up today, the twelfth of February 2012, in my home town covered in god knows what on a fucking park bench in the shit ass retarded downtown thats up a fucking hill because people are fucking stupid and cant tell their fucking upS frOM tHEir DOWNS GOD DAMN PEOPLE NEED TO FUCKING LEARN THESE SHIT ASS BASIC THINGS NEEDED TO SURVIVE IN A WORLD FULL OF FUCKING RETARDS.
FUCK FOUR FROM NOW ON EVERYTHING IS NOW YOUR FAULT, ALL OF IT IS NOW YOUR FAULT.
FUCK.
i regret nothingg

God damn internet here is few and far between, its stupid really.
Not as stupid as some people though, isnt that right Four? i said i was sorryy Yeah well sorry doesn't fix the fact of you nearly got us arrested now does it?

So yeah that has been the highlight of my week so far, I was nearly shot down and arrested, all in the same day. How the fuck this shit happens is beyond me, its like a fairy tale. No it is a fairy tale, and Im pretty sure most of us share the same fairy. I know this now from reading for once in my life, and look at that it was helpful. So I read through at least ten of the blogs that karM has followed and found out that the fairy is called the Slender Man, and he cant do his work himself, that or he chooses not to, and he hunts people like myself.

Either way I was shot at at least ten times this morning because Four and Five made the stupid choice to go bother the crazy people in the park, and most of those crazy people carry guns and knifes, so Four killed one and boom Im on a fucking ledge screaming things at the cops. Thankfully Four had made a mask or something, to hide us. But fuck the cops, they just wont leave, and if they wont I will  because lets face it I think Im in a shitty city to begin with, all the crime and fucking stupid citizens, so Im going even more up north so I can escape the cops and possibly freeze to death. But I have a key and an address so lets just assume its a house that I can own for a bit then set on fire.

hospitals arent fun today i  woke up there coldd
on thebed blod every whre voices always floor cold under fce
crys through rain rain why rain next face?
legs not  woring for us legs source of blood
what day ask voice
but i voice no respond
crawl to crys but no cries only wind but no wind only black
only see could odd in hospitl no nurse only her lace wall
word on wall
too small voices confuse whispers LOUD to loud for i voic
why no bright black only black confuse fast voice head
slow voice head speak bright square
laugh head voice speak sometime
funs in the head voices
nurse there be nurse shoeoeeee black with what smiley happyanger nurse
street honk beeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp pop colld gone warm
bed wake in confused laughy voice pulls to bright square teach how to voice talk you bright squre







(note: I should MENTION that ONE did INDEED not WRITE that. NOR did ANYONE from OUR collective.)
(its was found when i logged in)

So first off, I guess as you've noticed CHAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEE.
Two convinced me to change the blog, so yeah.

Second, I found an old journal of mine, I remember most of it. Up until the date of July, 15.
I never dated my entry's, so its not mine or karM's (Im referring to those four as karM now)
Its got some odd ass shit in it, its oddly detailed too. Its also lead me to think that what Ive been seeing lately, isnt just me. For once, I may not be seeing/hearing something not there, but if whats in the journal is true, Im pretty fucked. Someone was writing to me in broken childish writing. That person was following me, they were noting everything I did, they also saw what Im seeing. They knew I would find this, and they detailed my past and what that thing is trying, or has, done to me. It might... It might get rid of the voi

so do you think we should get Fivee
no we should let him be
think four if threes willing to even go near that
dont you suppose i would stop him
meh finee

My lifes story.

Okay.
I think I should explain my current condition since I was asked about it like two months ago whoops.

So first off, I have a load of problems, A.D.D, schizophrenia, and stereotypy. I lashed out often for being made fun of for either my height, or my disorders. My parents were sick of it and they put me up for adoption at the age of I think ten..?
So I was adopted by a nice couple, they gave me everything I could want. But then school became worse and worse over the span of five months and they got mad. The huge guys would push me down the stairs and shit like that, and then one day they were giving me and especially hard time,I will not, say what happened that day, but I will say it was not good.
It was horrible for the next few months, my adoptive parents rejected me, my teachers failed me, or were scared of me. It was pure hell.
A while later I was losing large amounts of time, I failed all of my classes, I was expelled, and then I did nothing but wander around the streets alone, my journals were filled with different writing that wasnt my own. But I finally realised that I had other people in my head, when I woke up in a hospital, when I was way older than ten.

They explained that I had a condition that I cant for the live of me put a name to. Split personality maybe? But it wasnt that, whatever. (edit: its called d.i.d three and you can thank your mother for it)


Then I woke up a few years later, locked up in an asylum, people were talking. No one was in the white room, just me. So I learnt who they all were and named them at the time according to their loudness, though its changed a lot over the years. So it went from One to Five.

One = No emotions
Two = Serious and makes sure Im physically okay.
Three (Mark)= My self since I was in and out of control.
Four = Annoying and sadistic.
Five= Violent, listens to only Four.

Now its more like:

One, two, four, five, myself


Then I wake up for the third time, to discover Im in the woods in a tree, Fours babbling away Two was hystarical and Five was giggling.

So there you have it, the life I can remember in a nut shell.
Sorry about no extreme details, but I gotta keep at least a little to myself.

This is stupid.
Four manages to do some good for once and find me a place to stay. Then the fucking tall guy come chasing after me. But worst part is, the way he likes to wake me up, is to scream at me. He could be like twenty feet away and I could still hear it. Its similar to ten thousand people all screaming. Then once I woke up to him throwing dead animals at me, foxes, coyotes, rabbits, squirrels, anything he could throw, was thrown.
I'm sick of it, I have no idea what the fuck it wants from me, if anything.
I'm fucking broke, tired, scared, and a little lonely.

Ill be even worse off if the man who called isn't a liar.
He called at six today, I was already up since that thing screamed at me. The man whispered into the phone "Markkkkk..I knoww whatt you areee...I'mm commingg to finddd youuu..Mark you will like the room I have for youu..Do me a favor Markk.''
He giggled then yelled.
"YOU BETTER NOT RUN. I WILL FIND YOU AND GUT YOU."
Then he hung up.

He sounded familiar, and as of that room. I have a pretty good feeling that it happens to be white with no window. I will never ever live like that again, I wont. I don't remember much, but I remember those hopeless days when I sat in the corner and screamed, cried, or talked to my friend. The boy who would visit me, Mother always said there was no boy, but then whos blood ended up in my cell?

Hnggg. I started of the new year bored, and I here by claim that I will end it this way.
Or maybe I could just continue this shitty routine Ive got going here and continue to wake up caked in dried blood and having the taste of said blood in my mouth, with some scary faerie out of a fucking book following me. Both options are pretty cool, but you know I would much prefer the former.
But fuck this shit is stupid, at least Fours found the way to a town, or city what ever the fuck this place is.
But the children have taken a weird likening to me, they wave to me on the street or scream out greetings.
Some of them have started to give me food, its kinda nice to be honest.
At last, even if they are five and can hardly talk, someone cares.