There is no such thing as truth

Home sweet home

December 13-07:53 pm

I was in that room. In that foul hideous drab gray room where I even shouldn't be. I don´t know for how long I´ve been here but my eyes started burning from strong table-light  so it's been a while. Chained to this awful table , which my a*s hurt off, I was waiting for Sheisley to pick me up.

December 13- 08:48 pm

She hasn't come. And I don't think she will. Slowly I am losing my hope.

 October 20- 10:53 pm

According to time we are going through a huge murky forest. I suppose that we are there, in a backcountry named Orchestone, in a few more minutes. I ain't scared of that shitty town in the small valley but there is some frightening respect in my head. Since I left I thought that everything had ended. That everything I went through is gone, at best disappeared. Seems like that would be the way easier, but far too. Coming back in here wasn't my idea, but as underage prisoner of, let's say superior adults- I think they preferred the more wiser ones, I have no choice.

I´ll be honest with you- I have no clue why we´re returning. Even though the old case is not closed, it shows that I am innocent. That is, of course, true. I can say I am really offended that it even occurred to them that I could do it, even if Leona deserved it at any rate. But as I said, I don't have a clue what happened to her. Anyone I know wasn't able to do that. Ok I have some tips, that's for sure, but I am not confident about any. But there is one thing I learned here- believe only anyone.

I glanced at Shes which couldn´t hide slight embarrassment. Her shaking hand sprinkles with chills, is proving me right but with her calm looking face, who knows. My fingers, knocking on a car door, started to steal her patient on me, so I can find out if she is here, at least spirit present. She didn't even blink. Well....whatever. Anyway I wa....

“s**t!“ Shes shouted and mumbled something. That was actually the last word I heard. There was that awful noises in my head making me to kneel down, but there was no space to. My hands were trying to squash my head as if it's a walnut. It does´t stop. It doesn't stop. It doesn´t s...