Anonymous asked: I can't possibly fathom how much you're going through... as a wise man once said, "It's going to get a whole lot worse before it gets any better." I know you're probably extremely hesitant towards any help from us strangers, but if you, or any of the others for that matter, need anything, let me know. Try to stay strong, any way you can. For us... for them, if not for yourself. ---anonlypuppet
I don’t want to know how much worse it can get, I’d love to think that worse has already passed and we can get back to some form of normalcy, but I’d be stupid to really believe we would be that lucky. I’ll admit that I have really hard time trusting all of the anons I get. These creepy ‘beings’ have made it clear that silly things like passwords aren’t that hard and sending messages to here under a guise is more than likely. I’m trying, I really am. For Alex, Vie, Edward and Chris. I’m just so scared. If there’s one thing I learned while I was being held hostage in those woods was that I don’t really want to die; I’m so scared to die, to be the next one to be ripped from the earth in this nightmare.
0Anonymous asked: We just watched the new video. The Eye is a fear. The same fear in the beginning of your endeavor. It is the fear of judgement and punishment. It is a watcher for the other fears and it is very hostile. It can possess people and use them to do its bidding. The girl you were talking about sounds like the Wooden Girl. She is the fear of being controlled and abused. She uses people as her little dolls. She is very dangerous. We hope this helps, And, we are sorry for what has happened to you.
Thank you. Having a name for a face that haunts my nightmares and for the carving in my skin doesn’t make it go away, but it’s better than nothing, grasping at unobtainable straws.
0Anonymous asked: You are supposed to stay strong. For your friends.
But, how?
0Anonymous asked: How did Edward sound? Violet said you thought he was there.
I don’t really have a clear memory of it… I don’t have a stable memory of most of this past month. But I know I heard his voice, somewhere in the woods, I remember hearing the cars passing by, and being dragged there, and his voice. In the dark I swear I could hear him whispering to me, telling me to hold on, to stay strong. And when I was screaming, while being tore in to, I know I could hear him calling for me - loud, scared, but him, I know it had to be him. Either I was hallucinating from the exhaustion or drugs or he was calling to me from the other side because I was so close to slipping under. I don’t want to go back to that place, I’m terrified of what I might find and see. But I need to know if he’s still there. I need to make sure, just in case he’s really only kidnapped and not—. I don’t know if I can handle this. Why would those monsters let me go though? And not him? Why would they take us in the first place? Why would they kill Chris? Ican’thandlethis. It’s hard. Not being on the drugs. Not escaping from it all. Feeling this. Feeling everything without some kind of blanket to protect me. I feel tainted. That eye. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to rid myself of this, to every feel whole and clean again. I just feel so lost so sick so scared. Sometimes things feel differently, like it might get better, like the weight evaporates if only for a moment. But it always comes back. I can’t stop typing. Exposing myself to strangers. What else am I supposed to do?
0Anonymous asked: I am so sorry. I hope life starts to get better for you.
Thanks. Meeeee too. I’ve got this weird feeling that everything’s gonna be alright though. Since I’ve been back everything seems so much more clear and easier to handle. I dunno. Just one of those feelings. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking. *shrugs*
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8Anonymous asked: How is the eye?
Hurts like a bitch and there’s a possible infection. Doc said it’s so deep and was left for too so long so the scars may never fade. I’m “lucky” that it didn’t cause a spinal infection or cut any major muscle connective tissue. I have a fucking eyeball and two lines carved into my back. And I can’t even fucking see with it. Doc and parents are ready to send me too a nunnery considering that I’ve fucked up my knee, wrist, back and relapsed all in a few months time. That and my friends are all either dead/missing/wacked out.
I’ll never be able to do porn now. I’m ruined.
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1Anonymous asked: Caution is needed with your anger. If you don't care enough to save yourself, at least care enough to save your friends.
they are already gone.
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