Winter of Parents deaths

Dear Journal,

The night has come time and time again. I feel ill from being alive. I rather be dead.
This demon in the shape of a man is holding my soul from ever escaping to be dead.
Last I spoke to you, I spoke of that job he had for me. I shall tell you what horrid things I have been forced into doing. Only god can forgive me for what I have done. Please journal do not hate me for what I have done. I fear being left alone and when I am alone I fear being in isolation for a long period of time. The night of three days ago was when he asked of me to work. My work is what you may ask? A simple answer; help with the hunt. Hunt what? Humans; my people I am apart of. I feel ill even thinking of what I have done.

His name is Phillip the man who saved me. He is an odd fellow. That’s all I shall say of that man; that very wretched man. My job was to lure his prey close so he could feast upon there blood. How was I to lure these fellow humans of mine? I have no skill in any type of hunting.

He placed me in a little white sun dress in the middle of a park, while the snow slowly fell from the sky. I was left alone for hours It seemed freezing and feeling death around me. This old looking man came over to me. He sat near by, he moved closer; very close. I felt him breathing upon me. My body froze, I could not scream, I was too cold to move, and he was upon me. I was praying journal, praying in my head for god to save me from this scary man. No god did not come to save me; Phillip did. He pulled the man up from me only enough to get his neck. I laid there on the cold park bench freezing with a perverted older man sitting on my waist and that monster biting into his neck. The blood trickled down his neck onto my dress and skin. I was shivering no longer from the cold but from the fear of what could have happened to me and what will happen to me if I don’t do my job.

Journal this man is a beast, a very horrible scary beast. When we left the park I thought my job done. Yet I was wrong; deathly wrong. Phillip the monster gave me his jacket and told me to wait in front of a bar as he went in to speak to the bar tender. Yet again time passed, truly I don’t believe time exists in the city. I was worried he left me again. I was defiantly sure he left me through the back door of the bar. I stood there shivering still in the dammed white dress looking like the snow its self. Several men came out of the bar doors. I looked to see if he was there but no he was no where to be seen. Yet the men seemed to have noticed me. I was surrounded by at least four or five men, all very tall and quite scary looking. They held me down as they took turns touching me in ways I never thought I could be touched. Journal I was scared and alone. I wanted to be dead at that very moment but death wouldn’t come.; No Phillip came and ate them all one at a time in front of me.
Journal, Please, I beg of you please don’t leave me with this man. I just might die.
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Ivory Nicoletti