Road bump.

Although it only takes a day to get where I was supposed to go, her car broke down.

We had to wait for a mechanic to come pick us up and take us to the nearest town.

The air was dry and people just drove past as we leaned against the truck.

She told me she was sorry, that she should have been more careful.

I said it was fine; I didn't mind relaxing in the sun.

The guy finally came. He looked at the engine and told us something had overheated. Luckily, he would be able to tow us to the garage and he said he’d let us stay there for a bit.

Once we got there, she went online and bought a plane ticket for me.

"We will arrive at the airport tomorrow. You'll get on the plane and fly to Toronto, and you'll wait there for a few hours; then, fly to Vancouver. You'll stay in the Vancouver airport for a day. Near eleven, a man will pick you up. He will smuggle you into the cargo hold of a plane flying to the U.S. From there, you just have to get past customs and find a way to Jersey..."

Something was off. How did she know exactly where I was headed? Well, to be fair, the whole trip seemed a little off.

This woman, mid-twenties, overhears me talking about getting out of the country and offers me a free ride to the airport, and then offers to pay my way to the United States. Any other adult would have just said, 'Stay in school, you’re too young to live on your own.' Next to that, she seems too kind, paying for everything, leaving out no expense.

Now, she’s just sitting on the couch, watching me as I type this all out. Her stare is totally blank.

She has long blond hair and eyes like green crystals...she reminds me of a doll...













Oh..My..God

She is.

-I_L

Mirrors.

We've all wished at least once that we were someone else.
That one person who we thought had it all.
Had the best girlfriend/boyfriend,wife/husband.
the one that had the nicest things, never got in trouble, had the money, had the 'life'

none of that matters to me anymore.
All I care about is staying alive, from myself.

I've been trying so hard to find out what this effin 'doll maker' means.
Because its the only thing that pisses me off the most about all this mail Ive been getting.
personally I don't think its really that good, I really don't.

I had the oddest dream-like thing.
(you can't call it a dream I wasn't sleeping, could you call it a vision? I'm not sure but it was just like i was seeing things sorta like a dream.If you know the proper term please tell mii...)
It was of the girl in the white dress, She was playing with something, and the whole place reeked of rotting human flesh, she moved her black hair from her face and turned around looking in my direction.
but not at me.
and her face, her face, those eyes, that smile, those blood covered hand's, she was no child, not a child she was my age, she stood up a body, and she got up soon after and it, the body, followed her like a wind-up toy.

"Thank you" she said softly, looking in my direction but not at me.
Did I dare turn around?
/When i did all i saw was a black suit and the words.
'Your welcome my child'.

Well shit, what the fuck does this all mean?

Unable to function

-I_L