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.