Log
from October 14:
I
found this, written on a notepad on my desk.
October
13:
I
don't know what to think anymore. I feel like there's always something lurking
under the surface, inside me. It's like...nausea? I mean, I think? I can't
actually tell. I've never been sick, that I can recall.
Being
sick is a human thing, and...I'm not human, exactly, I'm the Red Cap.
Not
just a Red Cap,
either. Somehow, I just know. I am the
Red Cap. It's been inside me for years. I can't even guess as to
how long...
I
feel...unclean.
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