I got home later today. Yes, I'm a crazy idiot who is trying to work through the insanity that's going on around us. Spinning further and further out of control. It's all I have that helps me feel normal. I just had microwaved leftovers, I'm caught up in all of my work related stuff. So I decided I'd sit back and relax. It's weird having free time. I've been trying to keep myself busy. Aiden said it's the best way to not fall into this mess that's our lives anymore. At the same time, I know there's going to come a time where I will be dragged into it. Rather I want to be or not.
I try and pretend not to see Him there at night when I'm trying to sleep. Or when I'm trying to eat. I try to keep my eyes on whoever I'm talking to at the time. Chastin and Malkin have been pleasant company for the most part, but it's very hectic and Aiden's almost constantly busy. I'm worried about Branwen. We've not seen or heard much from her since the hell that went down on the fourth. Of course the paper I work for instantly though 'Brennon lives there! He was there! Let's let him work on it!' It's given me overtime, though at the same time. I'm not too keen on on the fact that I have to look at the list of deaths and realize that all these people were neighbors that I remember growing up with since my grandfather lived here and we visited them.
At the same time, I look at this and realize. The neighbors directly beside us? Nothing happened to them even though I clearly remember them standing and watching as everything happened. They didn't move. This makes me wonder. Maybe that's a bad thing for me to do. But I can't help it. This doesn't add up. At all. This is the same family who has a daughter that tried to hit on me and all but stalked our house when she first moved in and scared the heck out of Aiden.
Ok, that doesn't sound good. Taben's downstairs and screaming, I hope this is just Aiden and Malkin trying to save his ass from Slender Man. Please let that be it.