Dear Diary,

 

One more wrong costs you all...that's what he said to me.

 

Every night. The same dream. I lay in the bath trying to drown out his words.

 

I thought I had control of him but he's still here... spread across my floor like a cheap, dirty rug.

 

 

Why is he taunting me like this? It was a mistake.

 

 

o