Anachrophobia

-The fear of temporal displacement; from a Doctor Who novel of the same name.

That should explain why it is I did not post yesterday. Serious disorientation. Every hour, I skipped about two - four. Between them I was busy preparing for the running away. Every time my vision gets fucked up, everything going bright and blurry, I believe the term is "Seeing stars" but I don't think that gives it justice.

Imagine trying to find your way through a maze, a maze of those warped mirrors at fairs, lit by strobe-lighting! While being chased by Slenderman like one of those 'Slender' games! Pounding headache, blinding light, muscular...'giving up'. It wasn't like this yesterday, it's only getting worse. Every time it happens I grab my head and fall to the ground, my brain melting inside my skull and squeezing my eyes shut, opening them a few seconds/hours later.

I managed to stop it, thanks to Mr. Knight. I wrote a short story or poem kinda thing. I didn't think it would work but I did it anyway and I haven't Time-Lapsed in a few hours. It doesn't make THE HUNGERING back off, I don't think. I'd say it's more like: It's eating something that's regenerating itself. To get to me It has to get through everything I've ever done, if I create something It has to get through that to get to me, it gets erased but if I re-write it It has to eat it again and again. It's small, so it's already disappeared once, but that just means I can write it again quickly before anything drastic happens.

On to the preparing to leave, I've been preparing to leave. Packing up what little I have left in my rapidly shrinking life, grabbing some of my brothers clothes and as much money as I can find in the house (when everything I've ever done is erased all the stuff will return to their preset locations). You're probably thinking it won't matter, I can't run from THE HUNGERING, It's latched onto my mind and will stay there with me where ever I run.

That doesn't mean I can't try.

-Shady