Sleep still did not come to me again, I wished for it, I begged it to come, but, it did not. It’s been 3 nights now, 3 long nights, 4 long days without sleep, my mind is beginning to betray me, I think, I’m not alone here.
strange things are happening, stranger than before, if it can be that. I saw him, standing in the doorway of my room, he looked at me, he seemed unhappy, he seemed disappointed in me. I asked him why, I asked him what I had done to disappoint him so. He came and sat on the side of my bed, his hulking form now wasted away, I could see bones protruding from his flesh, black, chalky bones, they glistened with mucus, he looked at me with soulless eyes and told me of our story, one that I must finish, for if not, we both would turn to dust, as he is, as I am.
I looked in the mirror and realized my own self was wasting away as well, my eyes sunken in my skull, dark, black rings run around them, like someone had taken a black marker and circled around my eyes. My teeth grey, gums rotten, blistered, and my tongue dry, broken, with crevices of black running through it like the aftermath of a earthquake.
He said to me if I was to survive this war, I felt the word was a strong one to use, but, but he assured me we are at war, with the one who watches in the shadows, the one who haunts both of us.
I asked him how we win, how we stop this darkness and he smiled, write he said, write his story, our story, without HIS changes, write to finish the story the way it was always meant to be, and, he will finish it all, and we will both walk away from this whole, complete, or, he will win and we, will both become nothing again.
like I said, things are getting weird, I don’t know if it really happened, I don’t know if he really came to me, but, I still see him, in the corner of my eyes, watching, salivating….