Lourdes & Afterlife

Lourdes knew this was going to happen.
Not because I told her.
But because I wanted it to happen this way.
The Game is in my hands & if I wanted the Master to have the power within Lourdes then that is what is happening. Nobody can defy me.
Such a silly human Lourdes was, she could have gone out a more pleasant way than being eaten by the Master if she'd just listened to her surroundings.
The Master shall become all powerful due to this.
Let the game begin!

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I hit him in the head.
It only made him madder.
The Master clawed a big chunk out of my arm and ate it.
It became more aggressive after that.
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
Maybe cutting it will wor-

Me & Master

I think that I am about to die, honestly. Whoever the hacker was, he was right.
The Master has got me cornered. He's outside the door.
I'm going to try to hit him as hard as I can in the head, if that doesn't work well...
I've lived a good life.

Me & Missing

I miss the tall man.
He was the only thing that gave me hope that the master might not defeat me.
What the hell did he mean by that?


"Perhaps you have to ask yourself the same question, the answer to that is where I'm heading"


I don't get it, why would he leave me like that.
I'm sitting now, blogging this on my phone in my basement holding a baseball cap.
I know the Master is here somewhere in the house, I heard him before.
Damn you Tall Man, why did you have to leave me now?!

Me & Goodbye

That smiling creep broke into my house. I think, I never actually saw him, but I recognized the voice from hearing him talk at school.

"Well Lourdes, isn't it fun being so sought after?"

I never saw him, but I could feel his presence.

On unrelated notes I saw the tall man again.

"Lourdes, I think it's time for me to leave"

I asked him where he was leaving.

"Perhaps you have to ask yourself the same question, the answer to that is where I'm heading"

He just left, walked right down the street.
I have no idea what he meant.
Where am I heading?

Me & A Hacker

Somebody seems to have hacked my blog.
They left the same password, but they made me a limited writer instead of an admin.
I can't change anything.
They changed the title to "LOURDES WILL DIE"
I read the post this scumbag wrote, told something about me dying.
This is really creepy. I will continue to write here though, because frankly I'm too lazy to make a new account.
I blame that smiling creep that follows that weird kid around.
This is something he might pull.

Lourdes & Death

Lourdes knew that her friendship with the tall gentleman would only send her quicker to her untimely death.
She also knew that there are forces above her control
She knew she was special.
She knew she'd die soon.

Me & The Rude Man

I've been seeing more & more of the tall man & less & less of the anteater thing. I asked the tall man, who frequently would appear outside my window in the evenings what the anteater is.

"It's The Master" he said.
He explained it vaguely. The Master is a creature that is the master of all forests.
I chatted with the tall man for the rest of the evening. Told him how I've been having a big hate for Cuteowski. He vanished shortly after.

Rude.

Me & The Tall Man's Face

I saw the tall man again. I was glad. He was standing outside my house. He bent down & I saw his face for the first time. His eyes were big white circles. He had purple skin, I never noticed that before, because all I could see of him was the suit.

"Hello again" he said.

I guess I should've been terrified, but I wasn't, I was quite calm actually.

Me & A Wound

That thing attacked me, the anteater thing. It was very quick about it, I didn't even see it properly. It just jumped out of the bushes when I was walking around the park. It clawed me & ran off. I had a deep long cut running down my right arm afterwards. I was too confused about what had just happened to even care about the pain. I went to the hospital. The doctor cleaned & sealed my wound pretty quickly.

"What happened?" The doctor asked.

I told him I fell out of a tree. He believed it.

Me & A Tall Man

While staying at home trying to relax a memory popped up in my head. When I was little I would always see a tall man. He was taller than some of the houses. He always followed a little boy from my neighborhood around. He had no face as far as I can remember, I think I never saw high enough to see it. He seemed nice, nicer than this anteater thing that I keep seeing.

Me & Staring

That thing from my dreams appeared again. This time it was in the black void from my previous dream & it was standing behind a tall creepy man. The tall creepy man was much scarier then the thing that had been haunting my dreams the prior nights. This man had a mouth that stretched farther than the surface of his face. He was smiling. The entire nightmare was just that, them staring at me.
I woke up with goosebumps, this one felt uncomfortable. I also think I saw that dog thing in the bushes on my way to school. I saw it barely from the corner of my eye, I don't even know if it was really what I saw, but it looked like it.

Wendy says it's a representation of my fear for dogs. I like dogs, I don't fear them.

"You're consciousness is living in denial, Lourdes"


Wendy becomes apparently dumber every time I meet her.

Me & Grapes

I was sent to detention today for "causing disturbance"
I can see how helping someone with a math problem would be considered "disturbance".

Sadly it didn't lead to a group talk that would result in self-exploration, but rather me sitting alone in the library.
I started reading some horror books.
I like horror, I think it's the only genre I'm capable of enjoying for hours, the runner-up would be comedy. 
I read for a good while when I heard someone yell. Someone shouted something about grapes or something. When I looked up there was nothing peculiar going on or anything, there wasn't even anyone around me
That was a bit odd, but besides that I had a lovely time.
Staying at the library isn't really a fitting punishment for a bookworm anyways, just saying.

Me & Serbian Horror Films

Whenever I get nightmares I don't make a big deal about it. For me as a person that is aware of my dreams, but not fully capable of lucid dreaming having a nightmare is like watching some freaky horror movie from a bizarre place like Hungary or Serbia. I enjoy Hungarian & Serbian horror films, so it should come as no surprise that my "nightmares" play out like such.

I had another "nightmare" yesterday. This time I was in an empty white room. That was it. I only call it a nightmare, because in it I seemed to be panicking.

Wendy said that it means that I'm feeling isolated.

She didn't explain a thing about how I'm feeling, what I should do or anything. She just said it and began talking about how she was when she was my age.

I am so frustrated with this woman and I hate Cute for sending me to this psychology major dropout. The two of them are the bane of my existence.

Me & The Dream

That thing came up in my dream again. This time however it kind of mumbled something. I couldn't hear what it was saying but it spoke, that I'm certain of.

Wendy said I should relax more. I think I've never met a person as dull & fake as Wendy. I would complain to Cuteowski, but he would just interpret it as teen rebellion & further his suspicion of my apparently unstable mental state.
Why a person that seems to hate kids decided on becoming a high school principal I'll never know, why didn't he choose a more suited career path?

Me & Wendy

Wendy seemed rather bored today or perhaps I'm confusing boredom with seriousness.

"What's bothering you Lourdes?" she asked during our session.

How could I answer that? There was nothing bothering me, except Cuteowski thinks I'm mentally unbalanced.
I told her that I was fine, she refused to believe that.

"Have you had any strange dreams or hallucinations?"

Yes, I'm a freakin' junky now & take LSD all the time.
All the sarcasm aside I had a dream in mind that I found weird, which I shared with her.
The only thing in my dream was me in a black void having sort of a staring contest with a creature of sorts. It looked like a crossbreed between one of those french supermodels & a dog.

Wendy was quick to blame the dream on stress.
I'm sure me as the popular smart girl with nice relationship with her parents must live a stressful life.

Is stress just the go to answer when therapists don't know the answer to something?
They should at least try to come up with a better & deeper Freudian analysis than that.

Me & School Psychiatry

I had no idea what to call this blog, so I just named it after my most uttered phrase "Screw you Cute".
Our principal's name is Cuteowski[pronounced: Cute-Ovski] and we call him cute, quite ironically at that.
I happen to have my disagreement with him on multiple occasions.
Today was a nice day though.
Alright nice would be a bit of a leap, but it wasn't horrible by any stretch of the imagination.
The principal sent me to see the school psychiatrist, because he thinks I have a trouble dealing with situations or something. I think they are nuts themselves, but if they want to put me trough therapy on their expense I don't really care.
The school psychiatrist is a woman named Wendy. I'm unsure if she even has a degree in psychology or if she just took some night-course at a learning center, but she seemed nice enough.
There was nothing else that happened today, except somebody stole my cupcake at lunch.
Who would steal a cupcake from someone? Bunch of savages in this school.