, it’s getting dark! I looked back to see if someone’s following me, but I

he sun fully sets and my only source of light is the moon. I’m no

not sure if I actually saw it or was just hallucinating. But I do know that it moved at the same speed the person fr

least I know it wasn’t following me, but I’m still trembling out of fear, tears beginning to form i

all the doors and windows while still panting. First thing I did was take

anded on the window in my kitchen, right behind me. As I walked closer to it, I examined the yard to see if someone was there. I sighed, realizing th

oom. I placed my glass of water on top of the counter and grab

the soil to spill on the wooden floor. The pages from the magazines placed on the coffee table were torn and all the cabine

oks like a princess’ room with dainty wallpaper, to see if something

red, all my drawers and wardrobe a

hy and how this happened. Quickly, I t

I talked to myself. I grabbed my head and ruffled my hair. Who would take that? And why? I’ve only been here for two week

hards cut me. I jumped and shrieked when I saw a figure of a man standing right behind me! I turned to

g, horrified that after being sorrowful of thinking I’m all alone

d laidback, and he even sat on my

here?” He’s a total stranger, and yet I was despe

His voice was raspy, combined with his B

my mouth opened to speak. “Nothing. I just got here a couple weeks ago and so far there’s nothing I remember about myself, m

s me, so I stepped back. When I kept on backing away, I was shocked when his hot hands

losely. He has a chiseled jaw which was so defined and sharp it looked as if it could cut someone. His curly hair was a little messy, b

y waist perfectly, as if it was made to hold me. His arms were musc

could see right through me, as if he could see my soul. “You have pretty eyes.

ers firmly, it was hurting me a little. When I looked at his face to tell him he’s hurting me, I almost

as blocked in my throat which prevented me from squ

that someone entered your house and made a mess in it,

just said, but I couldn’t move. My whole body froze an

. It’s not the time for us to meet

like he was blown away by the wind. Concurrent

trashed so I know it wasn’t a dream. My last memory was my house being a mess, standing i

eaned on my wall, letting my body fall down to

press record. Since I no longer have my diary with me, I guess I need to find a new way to document everythin

to look for company, I ended up in the woods and almost got attacked by wolves on my first day here. But I guess that’s not important right now because strangely, the wolves never appeared again after that

l so lonely, bored, confused, and I’m constantly worrying or panicking. I need to know where everybody went. I need to know how I ended up here, and what this place is. There’s a lot of questions and no ma

living there. I even felt someone moving, but it was so fast, I’m not sure if it was

in my memories, as if I did something or something important happened and yet I can’t remember it. Someone’s definitely living

, I quickly covered my m

d fruits and vegetables so I know I’ll never run out of something to eat, and I fixed my house to make sure I have a nice shelter. I tried to be strong an

gonna end? Wi

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e I cried a lot last night. Despite feeling unmotivated to do

ook around and search for answers, this time, I did it for health purp

d do next, but I do rememb

remember how my house was invaded and destroyed. I’m not just letting this slip off, this

one, but I stopped by this gun and fi

a few books about them inside the shop so I decided to read them first so at least I know

thought doing this in a wide space may be good. I first tried to find the proper

y first shot. The loud noise filled my ears and I felt my hand shaking because of shock. I did terribly, I di

d aim again. I focused on my sample target and kept my eyes wide open

a target, and smiled again, satisfied with what I just did. I didn’t shoot it in t

cing and stopped only when it was 11 A

veryday, I practice my aim, and everyday I get bet

he camera. “Today is day 67 of be

with two wine glasses. I poured one for myself, and poured another glass

e strong if I want to live longer,” I muttered as I took a sip of my wine, tears roll

ink I’m going crazy, fuck!“ I screamed and hit my own head out of frustration. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” slowly, I took the gun from my pocket and sta

ipes my tears and looked back at the camera, forcing a smile. “I can do this.” I smiled wider a

’m mise

in front of me and stared at the people in the pictures. I looked at one that looks like a family picture. My mother and father are

because I still can’t remember anything. I try to feel sad for them, I try to miss th

d? He looks so handsome, although he also looks older than me, as he appears to be in his

I’m not holding on to any feelings. I don’t have anyone I love, miss, or care about. I am all alone, and I

y head. I took a deep breath as I gathered strength and courage to

nly heard a loud bang. I quickly opened my ey

erous, but this gave me hope. At least I’m not alone, after all. And the fact that more people su

weapons are still not enough, I carried a bow and arrow on my back as well. I ne

t in a month. I will embrace whatever the danger I will face today because I know that the re