Sunday, May 29, 2011

Fucking hell

It's been about a week now, and I figure now is a good time to say something. I've wanted to see if Tom would show up or say anything. He never did, thankfully.

We're at some shitty motel in southern Ontario. Yeah, Canada. I can't give out our specific location for several reasons. It's a long story, and one I can't go into right now.

The main thing is that we're both relatively safe. Shannon's a bit... out of it, but that's been going on for a while, anyway. What made it worse is that her parents are dead. It wasn't the Slender that did it, no, he's not out for killing our families. It was Tom's fault, and all his little followers. Like Brandon and Paul. A girl named Sabrina and that Joseph guy. They killed her parents, but we're pretty sure no one knows about it yet. The worst thing is that there's really nothing we can do about that. Fucking bastards.

Going back is really not an option at this point. We would find no one who still remembers us, I'm sure. Fucking hell, I just wish at least we had Diane on our side. Though, maybe it's for the best.

I know this probably seems a bit confusing. A lot did happen... and I should probably try filling in anyone who's still paying attention to us. I would right now, if there was more time. Shannon's out taking a walk, but I really don't feel good leaving her alone for too long. Really.

I'm sure you understand.

Friday, May 20, 2011