Entry Two:Â Waking Nightmare
How long have I been in this world now? Time seems to have no real value here. I've tried to keep track of how long I've been here in this journal, but I seemed to have lost track of the days. Day and night seem to come at will it seems. The war has seemed to stop now. These days I am plagued by images from my past. More specifically my brother. He taunts me now endlessly about the death of my love. He tries to confuse and torment me with images of her death. I know she lives, or I believe she does. Before I was taken I know I saw her alive yet he shows me images of her dead. Over and over he shows me her death. I can't let him break me down, I won't survive this place if I do.
He shows me the death of my keeper friend. He blames me, he said it was my fault she died. If I hadn't let my love die, then she wouldn't have had to die. He continues to show me her death. He shows me how beaten and bruised she was, he claims these were my fault for attacking him. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
Days drag on, and he shows me the death of my tribesmen. He blames me for their deaths. Each day I see a new one's death. It wears at my sanity, let this torment end.Â
Night comes finally, it seems the torment has come to an end. Let these nightmares haunt me no more.
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How long have I been in this world now? Time seems to have no real value here. I've tried to keep track of how long I've been here in this journal, but I seemed to have lost track of the days. Day and night seem to come at will it seems. The war has seemed to stop now. These days I am plagued by images from my past. More specifically my brother. He taunts me now endlessly about the death of my love. He tries to confuse and torment me with images of her death. I know she lives, or I believe she does. Before I was taken I know I saw her alive yet he shows me images of her dead. Over and over he shows me her death. I can't let him break me down, I won't survive this place if I do.
He shows me the death of my keeper friend. He blames me, he said it was my fault she died. If I hadn't let my love die, then she wouldn't have had to die. He continues to show me her death. He shows me how beaten and bruised she was, he claims these were my fault for attacking him. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
Days drag on, and he shows me the death of my tribesmen. He blames me for their deaths. Each day I see a new one's death. It wears at my sanity, let this torment end.Â
Night comes finally, it seems the torment has come to an end. Let these nightmares haunt me no more.
