Mysterious Strangers

I've been home for months now but I still haven't taken off the hospital bracelet. I'm not sure why I still have it on, or why I came back to where it all happened. I still hear him scratching on my window; the man in the wooden mask. He doesn't come by as frequently as he used to. I keep the blinds closed but I know it's him. He left me broken, but then again, I think he found me broken. Perhaps he's not to blame for everything.

There are things I don't remember -- horrible things. I know they're horrible, despite not knowing exactly what they are. I can feel it. The memories are fleeting, like night terrors that I can't shake myself awake from. I don't think I should be here. I don't mean in this house, I mean at all. There was something I wanted to escape from, but I feel like that something isn't letting me go that easily. I need help. I don't know what kind of help, or from whom, but I need help.

How about you? Yes, you, the mysterious stranger reading this blog, possibly from half a world away. How did you find me? Why are you here? Do you enjoy reading the plight of a girl you've never met? I'm not even sure why I'm writing this, to be honest. Maybe it's because I feel less alone knowing that you're out there somewhere, indulging in my misery.

There's a gap in my timeline; one that I didn't even realize was there. I want to piece it together, but first I have to fight the part of myself begging me not to. Will you join me on this journey? I'm sure there will be something in it for you too.