through the woods.

Her skin was so swollen it looked like it would burst. She played cat’s cradle while he peeled off her skin.

She’s all wood underneath.

Sloughed off her skin and there was blood in the frost, and now she doesn’t have any. She’s like a doll, all wood and strings and her eyes are dead brown. Her lips move like they’re on hinges but no sound comes out.

She has me on strings

She’s making me type

And now she and her blue fairy are running off to play.

He’s shoving splinters into her fingers

please someone find me

Dunno how I’m even getting wi-fi out here but I’m so fucking glad. I thought the biggest thing I’d have to worry about was cops. I ditched my cellphone and I’m feeling like a fucking idiot, I can’t even call for help. But it has a GPS in it! I thought I was keeping us safe from our mom!

That kid is so much worse. I hardly ever see him move and when he’s around it feels like it’s thirty below freezing.

But it worse than that, it’s like I feel cold inside. I feel like I’m in this cold place no one else can get to and I look to Crystal for some kind of reassurance that I’m not alone and she just stares at me. Like there’s nothing behind her eyes, totally quiet, like she’s not even a real person.

We’re into the woods, now, sort of, and there’s frost here everywhere. The snow’s been melting everywhere else, but here it still feels like winter. Like I said, I don’t know how I’m getting wifi. I just want someone to find me

little boy blue

Crystal’s fucking creepy friend is following us

She’s been crumbling her food and leaving crumb trails for him to follow, dropping shit that she brought like paper and shit. I don’t know what the fuck to do ‘cause it’s like he’s there one moment and gone the next. I’m not even sure he’s really there half the time!

But he’s been close enough that I’ve seen him now. His skin is so pale it’s practically blue.

The first thing Crystal said in ages was her calling him ‘the blue fairy’.

ran away

I caught Crystal hurting herself so that’s fucking it. I still don’t even know what she was doing but she was just sitting on her bed, (I think) cutting her fingertips and I fucking lost it. She didn’t even say anything, just glared at me and I KNEW she didn’t want me to say anything so I didn’t. Just went quiet because what the fuck else could I do? It’s disturbing because when she looks at me like that, she reminds me of mom. An over-controlling angry Nazi freak. I have to get her away from mom’s influence

So I grabbed mom’s laptop and hid it in my bag, started walking Crystal to school like usual and then I guess I kidnapped her. I know the way to grandma’s by car and it kind of sucks going on foot but : \ better than staying

Just stopping for a little bit at a Starbucks to grab something to eat, but Crystal’s ignoring her cookie. Oh another fucked thing – she doesn’t talk like at ALL anymore, hasn’t for days. She taps her nose for ‘yes’ and just ignores you for ‘no’, I think I saw that in a movie once.

anyone know a good guidance counselor?

Crystal’s been so messed up that she just isn’t talking. I feel kinda bad ‘cause I think chasing off her friend didn’t help, and she got more quiet since then, but with the physical damage and the not-talking, the good thing is now maybe we can get the fuck out of here and away from bitchface. Get a therapist on our side. Hopefully we can just go stay with grandma

If we can’t go legally I’ll just fucking go anyway, I’ve fucking had it

grounded.

I’m ‘grounded for the rest of my life’ according to mom, but I don’t even care. I fucking know what I saw last night.

I check in on Crystal’s room sometimes ‘cause I know she cries herself to sleep, most nights, and after the teacher said she’s been falling asleep in class, I feel like I should, just in case. So last night I decided to check in on her, and her freaky little friend was at her window. The SECOND FLOOR window.

She was kneeling on her bed with the window wide open, and it looked like they were playing cat’s cradle again at like MIDNIGHT. It was fucking bizarre and how the hell did he even know where we live? But it gets weirder and this is why I got mad.

Her hands were bleeding, there were little streaks of red on the windowsill. I turned on the light and the kid dashed off – I don’t know how. Crystal screamed and I was yelling, too – yelling after that kid not to show up at our house in the middle of the night. There were little bleeding pinpricks all over Crystal’s hands, and they were more red than ever, and she was shivering so badly that her teeth were rattling. Plus, her skin looks…weird, I don’t even know how to describe it

Mom woke up, anyway, and was all mad. Plus she’s stupid, she’s going on about Crystal hand lotion because she thinks she has eczema or some shit and that’s why her hands are all red and bleeding, she thinks the dry skin is cracking. Like FUCK that’s natural.