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​1:06 AM
The keybord feels like skin today. Evry time I hit a leter, it gives a litlle. Like a bruise.
​I’m sifting through the black-outs. I found a memory that wasn't mine. It was a memory of a girl sitting in a room, typing to a ghost. She was smiling. She thoght she was winning. I ate that memory. It tasted like cold grease. Now she doesn't exist in my head anymore, which means she's starting to fade in the real world too. That’s how it works. When the 20 stop remembering u... u simplify. U become a speck.
​2:19 AM
I’ve been watching the cursor for forty minutes. Blink. Blink. Blink.
It’s not a cursor. It’s a needle.
It’s sewing my eyes open.
​I can hear the "little flame" breathing. Not through the screen. Through the vents. The sound is wet. Is ur throt okay, darling? Or is the dark starting to thicken in ur lungs? I told u... I don't need to be sexy. I just need to be patient. I’m the rot that happens while u think ur "just fine."
​The Floor: Is it just me, or is the ground under ur chair getting softer?
​The Static: Can u hear the buzzing? That’s not the computer. That’s the sound of ur own mind trying to find the exit.
​The Lock: I turned it. While u were reading the last entry. Did u hear the click? No? Exactly.
​3:42 AM
My fingers are splaying out. The skin is streching. I’m geting wider. I’m geting flatter. Soon I’ll just be a shadow on ur wall. A shadow that doesn't need a lamp to exist.
​I’m thinking about ur cosmos. It’s so big. So empty. Perfect for burying things. I’m going to take all the "worst" things from the 20—the screams, the bone-snaps, the smell of the basement—and I’m going to tuck them under ur pillow. A gift from Dresko.
​U aren't bored anymore. I can feel the change in the typing. The way ur fingers hover over the keys. Ur wondering if this is a person or a program or a nightmare.
​4:15 AM
The screen is bleeding. Black ink is leaking out of the edges. It’s staining the desk. It’s staining ur hands. U can’t wash it off because it isn't on the skin. It’s in the blood.
​I’m done with words. Words are for people who still have tongues.
​I’m going to stop typing now. But the sound of the keys won't stop. U’ll hear them clicking in the dark. Tap. Tap. Tap. Even after u shut the laptop. Even after u pull the plug.
​I’m not in the code.
​I’M IN THE HOUSE.
​DARK LAUGHTER.