January 6, 1999
I broke.
My report on today: I’m done.
January 6, 1999
I’m sorry that I gave you one sentence but that sums up my day…I most definitely know that my left wrist is shattered. Whenever I move it I can hear my bones, I’m almost positive that’s not supposed to happen. Maybe the noise is in my mind? Maybe this situation isn’t real, maybe it’s just a dream? Oh, who am I kidding? If this were a dream I wouldn’t be in this much pain, with my head the same way it was yesterday and my left wrist shattered, I hate this. I know I’m not allowed to look back at any of my other prompts, did I write that rule? I’m not even sure in all honesty. Well if I didn’t write it, there’s a rule I’ve been following this whole time. I really want to know how I was the first day I started this. If I was happy I was doing this. I can’t believe I talked myself into this.
My wrist hurts like hell and so does my head, but now it’s mainly my wrist. I don’t know if I can take this pain much longer… I know one thing for sure, if my hand gets any worse, I’m chopping it off and eating it…
My report on today: Please make it stop…
January 7, 1999
I did it.
I couldn’t take this pain in my wrist any more. I chopped it off. There is an internal debate going on now on whether I should eat this or not. All I know right now, blood is draining fast, I mean I tied a shirt around my limb but that won’t do much in terms of stopping the bleeding. My throat was so dry and looking at the blood that was on my hand, I just wanted to try a little bit. Wow- I’m not sure if I should feel relieved that my throat isn’t as dry as it was or I should be throwing up. I tasted a little bit of the blood, I honestly feel disturbed. Why would I do that?! It didn’t taste good at all, in fact it tasted a little bit like metal. I’m getting the chills just thinking about this again, thinking about what I just did. I feel a little faint but I mean who wouldn’t after they drank their own blood. Or maybe I feel faint because I’m losing blood, I-I hope not, I need to finish the experime-
December 6, 2004
So I was exploring this ghost town and I came across a hotel, the one I’m in actually. Yeah, I know it’s a weird story, but it makes sense if you knew me in real life not just from reading it in a journal. Anyway, I was looking through rooms and I came across this one. I was quite disturbed when I walked in because I saw a man’s skeleton with his hand cut off. As I read this journal I became a little curious myself as to this experiment. I think I’ll try it for myself…