A Reason or Lack Thereof.

I admit I've been out of commission for a while now.

Had a strange run in with a man with crooked arms.

Left me hidden amongst the leaves.

With severed flesh and broken bones.

All seems calm now that he's left.

So I'm heading to a place surrounded by trees.

Home.

At least that's what I'm still calling it.

Sleep with one eye open.

Lest you wake with neither one.

Free

I'm not dead.

Don't know whether or not that is necessarily a bad thing.

I'm running.

I'm killing.

But most importantly,

I'm free.

00234535345346782465978136459720356245624576000005624562456234567465723465183746587163485134650145624404562456243562457356873568346524573462456721354761457245672415723467356724657056214356245672457245724356713547861384651983456713548967134876518394765137457681394751348757198346571327486513984761983745651237984659385679387659387659081347560183247521734569381456187346589173264589374569138476513478561873465213948567137984651839746598137465136458137459716348956713948765187346598173465981734658713465832495724598671349876524958671394876519485671329874651904835671294837691324866753654930864730674593087653904687539086530965398457298651456710293456109384659183465910834658934657981243561349875613209487651938465134534624365234562345634^3453455314453153445312324453513445233141355137446563513446323456433545766138467634537545632846743974865874324356845248432657145672348400234535345346782465978136459720356245624576000005624562456234567465723465183746587163485134650145624404562456243562457356873568346524573462456721354761457245672415723467356724657056214356245672457245724356713547861384651983456713548967134876518394765137457681394751348757198346571327486513984761983745651237984659385679387659387659081347560183247521734569381456187346589173264589374569138476513478561873465213948567137984651839746598137465136458137459716348956713948765187346598173465981734658713465832495724598671349876524958671394876519485671329874651904835671294837691324866753654930864730674593087653904687539086530965398457298651456710293456109384659183465910834658934657981243561349875613209487651938465134534624365234562345634^3453455314453153445312324453513445233141355137446563513446323456433545766138467634537545632846743974865874324356845248432657145672348400234535345346782465978136459720356245624576000005624562456234567465723465183746587163485134650145624404562456243562457356873568346524573462456721354761457245672415723467356724657056214356245672457245724356713547861384651983456713548967134876518394765137457681394751348757198346571327486513984761983745651237984659385679387659387659081347560183247521734569381456187346589173264589374569138476513478561873465213948567137984651839746598137465136458137459716348956713948765187346598173465981734658713465832495724598671349876524958671394876519485671329874651904835671294837691324866753654930864730674593087653904687539086530965398457298651456710293456109384659183465910834658934657981243561349875613209487651938465134534624365234562345634^3453455314453153445312324453513445233141355137446563513446323456433545766138467634537545632846743974865874324356845248432657145672348400234535345346782465978136459720356245624576000005624562456234567465723465183746587163485134650145624404562456243562457356873568346524573462456721354761457245672415723467356724657056214356245672457245724356713547861384651983456713548967134876518394765137457681394751348757198346571327486513984761983745651237984659385679387659387659081347560183247521734569381456187346589173264589374569138476513478561873465213948567137984651839746598137465136458137459716348956713948765187346598173465981734658713465832495724598671349876524958671394876519485671329874651904835671294837691324866753654930864730674593087653904687539086530965398457298651456710293456109384659183465910834658934657981243561349875613209487651938465134534624365234562345634^3453455314453153445312324453513445233141355137446563513446323456433545766138467634537545632846743974865874324356845248432657145672348449857398465873465872346581376458134765398475676573 RESET.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas....

Is it the starry lights that speckle the nighttime sky above me?

Yes...... I think it is.

I'm shivering.

I'm sprawled naked in the snow.

My breath but wisps in the air.

Where am I now?

How long before I black out again?

Did I miss Christmas?

My body is covered with burns from where the Monument had touched me.

Apparently I piss him off.

Alot.

Eh, before I go away again.

Happy Christmas.

p.s. What I want for Christmas, is a warm bed. Behind a locked door. Where I know I can be alone.

And he won't find me again.

...And I was just trying to figure out exactly HOW I am supposed to be of ANY importance to you, father, OR the Monument.

And every word that you let exit your little skullcave is only pissing me off.

I KNOW who I am. I don't need you to tell me that.

And I can promise you I will NEVER do what you expect me to do. No matter HOW much gore you promise it'll cause.

I won't hurt father like that.

.....Stop looking at me like that.

OKay stop it.

NoT Agian.

PLeaSe STop.

STOP.

God PleAse.

No non No Non no nono No.

Stop PLeaSees I BEg of YOU!

It hurts. so bad.

Let me gO.

HEYGUYS!!!

I KNow YOU'vE AlL BEeN WONdERIng WhaT's BEen/ UP WITh Me RECentLY.

BUt NO NEEd To WorRy!

I'm Fine now.

.

Run Little Rabbit.

It's dark.

Very dark down here.

Like I can stick out my tongue and taste the void.

His voice.

Echoes.

Sends waves through the darkness.

Makes my head hurt.

I open my eyes.

And everything's covered in a thick, dripping blanket of red.

I'm left frightened.

A snow white rabbit spattered with blood.

Why did I do this?

How did I do this?

I should enjoy this.

I did this.

But I didn't mean to.

And that's what's scaring me...

I want to go home...