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?