365 -- Day 8 -- 9/4/10

Sorry it's late. I did write it last night, but I didn't do the final touches, such as spell check, and making sure I said what I meant.... Anyways, here it is:




I have to escape. The demon woman kept pressing deeper, and deeper, causing those debauched parents of mine thought's to run ramped, not only in quantity, but in volume. Now, after what seems like a lifetime, she has finally left, but now the psychopaths thoughts fly freely, along with there words, and no amount of music can drown them out. Needless to say, she had her shit together, so our shit is now fucked. 

I slide the dainty lock into place, before shoving my only dresser in front of the door. The elderly window's paint is chipped, and the seal holds a tremendous cracked, which lets in the outside tempter, year round.