Diary entry #1

January 18 roughly 9 p.m

(This is hopefully the first entry of many I will make to tell about my horrible life in what I call hell.)

Let me start from when I woke up.

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When I woke up I was staring at the ceiling in a uncomfortable bed, white as far as I can see besides a black window to my far right past a dresser and a clock that was not that was stuck 12 p.m.

Sitting up in the bed I started to wondering "where am i?"

At the foot of the bed was a end table with what looked like pill bottles, and a glass of water probaly to help swallow the pills.

Getting out of the bed I started to walk towards the window, i got close to the window and all I saw was black with what I say is fog or some mist.

*bang*

Taking in a sudden gasp I started to look at what made that bang. It...it was something that looked unnatural. No eyes, a bleeding mouth, a face so twisted that even a mother would hate. Just staring at me, the emptiness in the eyes, "just what it is?" I thought.

It had mangled arms like it was in a car accident. It looked like it was breathing, but no air was coming onto the glass.

*bang*

It smashed "it's" head against the glass again causing a small crack in the glass, and some blood started to run down "it's" head.

*bang*

*bang*

The cracks started to spread like a spiderweb. Panicking about what might happen to me if it came through the glass I looked around frantically, searching for something I may use as a weapon, anything.

I look at the the dresser, I started to rummaged through it finding nothing, but clothes. I run to the the end table nothing.

*bang*

*shatter*

The thing falls over the wall coming to my side, as it slowing gets up I had a sudden thought.

I run the the dresser grap a shirt and some jeans and get ready.

As i'm standing the "thing" slowly stands looks at me, and starts to run at me.

I stand there while it gets closer...and closer...and closer.

I suddenly get out of the way of the "thing" while triping it, it falls to the floor in a moment of adrenaline I tie "it's" arms and legs so I can't run and/grap me.

I start to walk over the the clock on the wall, while it growls at me almost like trying to intimidate me.

I started to lift the clock off the wall, and started to walk over to "it". I lifted the clock above my head and smashed it on "it's" head.

As the growls slowly started to stop, "it" started to to bleed profusely.

*Silence*

I sat down in front of the now corpse with the clock to my right, just in case. I decided to catch my for the time being.

This was the start of my life in hell.