Dear diary,

  I left the house. I couldn't stay there anymore. The voices were driving me insane. They told me awful things I wish I didn't hear.

  I've copied the writings on the wall onto my skin. I hope it does something.

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  It's really foggy and dark outside. I can't even see my arm in front of me. I hear rustling and something moving all around me, but I can't see anything through the fog. It's cold out here. I should have brought the blanket.

  I'm going to try going to Bobby's house. Wish me luck.

  Love,

  Tina