Dear Diary
I see him everywhere.
I see him in my sleep.
I see him when I am awake.
He won't let me have one second without his angered stare corrupting me.
Mary hates that I didn't call her right away when someone found me in the dorm room halls screaming at the top of my lungs with tears flowing down my cheeks. I snapped out of it and ran into my dorm where he met me in my bedroom.
It's been almost a week since he has come back to me. I have tried smoking but the demon stares right at my face as I inhale as much as I can. Thinking I must have gotten a bad batch, I went straight to my supplier and bought more.
More did not help.
And now once again, nothing does.
There is a difference in me. I have given up due to the fear I now possess. This is exactly what I was afraid of happening. I thought if I abandoned all my friends and family, everyone that ever cared for me, I would be rid of him, and for a moment, I was.