-There
isn’t any human in the Earth that didn’t be afraid, if anyone say the
opposite, it’s a liar.
Maybe it is
because of what I’m going to do, or because I never felt more horror in all my
life than in the last days, maybe it is that I am in the lasts minutes of
my life and I think in the cause that
causes that I will never see the sun shine again, all because of horror, maybe were the
snakes that I found in my kitchen two days ago, or the big darkness that I
lived the last Wednesday, the truth is, I believe , that the ghosts are
torturing me for the rest of my life for something that I did, other option,
I think, are my different phobias that torture me and my mind, or the person
that knows my phobias and put the snakes in my kitchen or took all the light
bulbs and the batteries and burned the half of the house, that decided to
torture me.
I never
thought that a person would be very obsessed, yes, maybe it was that, to have a
person that is stalking you day after day affected my mind, and maybe because
of this I am going to kill myself.
My heart
tells me that I am a great person, and the person that is doing this to me doesn’t
deserve my attention, but, sincerely, I’m crazy, my mind is insane, it only
thinks in all the snakes around me, and when the darkness consumes me ,all this
is because my mind imagines all this, I know but I don’t care, my phobias are my
imagination, my horror to the unknown and this person, my stalker, takes
advantage of this. I didn't know what there is in the darkness or what the snakes
or fire did to me, I didn’t know and my stalker knew it.
When the edge
of the knife touches my tanned skin and the blood rises and falls to the floor
of the bath I wish that this moment never ends, I’m afraid about what is after
the dead, my last phobia is this, my horror to the death, but I don’t regret
what I’m going to do, I’m tired of fighting for my life, I’m tired of my phobias to the snakes, to the darkness,
to the fire, to the unknown, I’m tired of my mind, of my heart, of my madness, of
my stalker but above everything I’m tired of fighting to stay alive.
A hit with
the side of my bathtube makes that all is darkness for me but in my mind there is a word
engraved with fire: horror.
