And we are vagabonds

I realized that, for the past few days, I have felt...I suppose "better" might be the word for it. The school I go to these days are giving final exams, and all I have left are easier ones. That's not all, though. I'm not feeling as twitchy or paranoid. I'm not constantly looking over my shoulder.

Well, actually, I am. I'm doing it less, however.

It's like writing this stuff is putting me at ease. I'm not sure what to think about that. It may be a false sense of security, but I do appreciate it at this point.

I'm capable of reflecting more. I'm dreadfully sorry if you aren't involved in any of this yet. If you are, please learn from my mistakes. Keep yourselves safe and follow whatever rules apply to you (see The Tutorial and Brodie's blog for the best tips I've received).

Elle and I ran. We ran and ran until we reached a more populated town, still in Indiana. I managed to keep our money stretched out for a while. It wouldn't last, but I had to try. We were constantly around other people; it was a college town, too. There was a student union building that was friendly and warm for us to stay in. There were always students around, but they never paid any mind to us. I read up on the...I hate saying this nickname...the Slenderman. I read up on other accounts, taking place at the same time as our own were. I read Seeking Truth, The Tutorial, What Now?, and, eventually, Dreams In Darkness (as well as DejaVu Dreamer). I recognized the places and names referenced in it. I had no idea that all of this was so much worse...then, to have Damien's story written off like that by someone calling him mad...it was horrifying. I knew he was telling the truth and could do something about it. Then I see that it's supposedly fake. It wasn't. It was never a fake. I only got to be enraged at that by the time DejaVu Dreamer rolled around. That was a little ways into my sister and my "adventure."

We always saw him. That tall creature, dressed to the nines, looming in the trees, near the small river (more like a creek) on campus. He would stand outside the art museum and the auditorium and-

It just unsettled me that no one else could see him.

I fought to keep Elle and myself alive. We worked odd jobs for strangers we should never have trusted, we pick-pocketed people when we absolutely had to...and we ate very little. I had to explain things to Elle. She barely understood, but decided that it made enough sense and stopped asking me the same questions over and over again. She was older than I presented her a being, previously. She called our parents and grandparents by childish nicknames, but never really acted in a childish manner. She was smart. She was wonderful.

Heh, wow. I really miss her.

...I think that's all I can manage for today.