Writing

The Chase

It all happened so fast it was just like ----

I was asleep in a comba all over again so of course now I can’t finish my sentence well I can hear me but they can’t hear me this sucks.

I can hear what they’re saying and it’s so funny because I could actually be smart and tell them what’s wrong lol but no because im in a comba again.

Oh Im guessing you want too know why well never mind I won’t tell you,

I’m kidding i’m kidding okay i’ll tell you.

Pollineir Bush

October 31st 10:18 Pm

Halloween

                         

I was running but I don’t remember what  from  I just remember it being pitch black and I couldn’t say a thing I didn’t even know where I was running the only injuries the nurses could find were a bullet through the forehead and bruieses all down my right leg and left arm and their was a strange cross carving on my right arm it was wax but what nobody could figure out was why or who.

I had fell and hit my head on, on, on ugh I can’t remember this whole memory loss thing sucks I hate this all of this.

Why me why did all of this have too happen too me.

On the best night of my life, after the best party of my life  this happens.

Anyway, now I have finished my rant, police are still trying too figure out who did this too me, i’ve been in hospital for about a week now and the strangest  part is I don’t even know how the hell I got into the Pollineir bush nobody’s been in that bush for years since the murder streak that continued  throughout a whole year which decreased the popularity by thousands so why the fudge would I go in there if I knew that I would probably never  return i’m not that stupid.                                                                                             Plus guess what I can’t even tell anyone because i’m stuck in this stupid hospital bed   so the police force doesn’t  have any leads on what happened that night.

Looks like we’ll never figure who did this too me.

Well until i’m fully recovered anyway.