Diary entry #6

Staying in the room for the first week was relaxing, but the second was unbearable I hate being stuck in here.

Most people would probably say, "why not leave."

My awnser is someone is still watching me, every day I can feel their gaze on me at all times.

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At the end of the 2nd week, with my injuries already healed enough I started to pack up.

When I started to pack up I accidentally dropped the revolver I got off one of my pursuers and saw something.

The handle somewhat popped off the gun and what was left was a piece of paper.

'King hospital- on Clarkson ave don't forget you idiot.'

"That is a little far off from here."

King hospital is roughly 13 miles away from here, they where probably meeting someone there or it's their hideout.

I'm going to check it out later in the month, right now I need to get rid off this stalker that is tailing me.

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Taking my stuff in my bag I go down stairs to eat, like always I felt the person staring at me again.

I finish my small and stale meal of some water, bread, and some dip for my bread.

I got up to leave, pushed the doors open and walked down the street.

The person followed me no surprise there.

I started walking faster to put as much distance as I could between them and i, but making it look as subtle as possible.

I kept this up for 5 minutes then saw what I need, a ally that was not surrounded by people.

Without warning I dashed down the ally at full speed and hid around the corner at the of the ally.

I could here the rushed footsteps coming in my direction, I slowed my breathing and tried to calm myself down.

I need a clear mind to interrogate my persuer so nothing bad happens.

*Crunch....crunch*

Hearing the crunch of glass under the person's shoe as they stepped closer and closer at a fast pace.

Still hiding behind the corner I grabbed my knife to get ready.

'10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1'

'Now!'

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'3...2...1'

'Now!'

I grab the person's collar and pin them to the wall, put my knife to their throat and asked with a cold-toned voice while their hood covered their face.

"Who are you and why are you fallowing me."

As I say this the person slowly starts to raise their head to look at me, I first saw their eyes.